I wobble under my weight.
My mind Explodes with Ideas, and if not wrote down they leave my mind like butterflies and not for the first time in my life I wish my mind was a glue to all new sources that are born in out complex brain.
They come as a lightning and sometimes hit me quite hard, making me want to scream out loud, of joy of course, but usually I have the power to throw them down with a quick hard wind coming from my environment.
Although the other day was a different day, and as my idea arrived, small as it was, I threw myself from the chair where me and my classmates were sitting and talking about a soon to come photo shoot. - I got hit hard by this lightning and therefore on my feet in no time, running around for a pen and a piece of paper to write down the splendid mind blowing super sexy idea that I had.
My classmates were quite surprised asking themselves, and not for the first time, if there was something wrong with me perhaps. Judging from my previous strangeness they certainly had a valid though.
The mind works in mysterious ways.
And if not for the crazy, the world would be dull!


Isn't Banksy amazing!
Goodbye
Goodbye













