Some people have a mind like a steel trap.

I have a mind like a rusty old carnival funhouse. Give your tokens to the cigar chomping Carnie at the yawning funhouse maw and step inside. Have a seat in the peeling vinyl gondola and bump along the squeaky monorail. Random things will pop up and giggle, shake their animatronics, hydraulics will wheeze and gasp, then the rickety lot will fade into the dry ice fog; they’re not necessarily scary… just… random. Forge on through the rampant fluff that litter the floors and mind your footing; this is a carnival fun house. Things will drop out, shift tangents, completely invert, revert, and subvert your previous perspectives. Don’t get lost, bring a Garmin, because there are no maps where you’re going. Just be aware that concepts in the rear view mirror may appear more cognizant than they are.

Afraid? If you think I’m weird, I know you might need to expand your mind a little. Ideas and opinions are representative of the reigning authority. This is me changing the world, one mind at a time.