Sharing Mind~

Did you ever just wish your mind could escape the encapsulation of the skull to reveal all the wonders that have filled it within the course of your life?  It sure would make for an interesting table piece.  You know...push a button to see through the eyes of the one who saw and feel what they felt at the moment of seeing/feeling.  Imagine using their senses to gain their experience.  Okay, so I have thought about this before in the form of mind transfer or a forum of minds where sharing could occur or the selling of a memory.  How interesting is that?  However, as memory serves me, I so would love to document it all just for the fuck of it.  I find that my life was and is colorful.  Again, this is only my perspective.  What is really messed up is that I can go back from whence I came, but I cannot take anyone with me in the same form that I go.  All I can do is tell of it and, for sure, some of it is unbelievable.  Let me use two recent unbelievable accounts: my vehicle was parked and hit by the Amish who would have done a hit and run had I not told them stay as I was calling the cops and THEY WOULD PAY for the damages.  Me thinks they paid up because I said that I wouldn’t leave their premises unless they paid up.  Those good ol’ churchmen (who requested that I bring a man along) looked rather miffed when I stated that they would have to deal with my music and my sexuality while being on their lawn as I was going to stay until they paid up.  Sure nuf did I get my money from those folks.  Now, can you image getting rear-ended by a guy whose custom license plate says "Megalodon," meanwhile he is a little piss ant with a baby seat in his SUV.  He sported a cream color suit, cream color turtle neck, and the rosary hung around his neck, but he spoke so gangsta that he was laughable.  Anyway, he too was not allowed to leave before I let him go.  I did inspect the car bumper with my handy dandy flashlight, but found no damage.  What I did find was a screw.  I then went to the front of his vehicle and found that he had a rack on the front and it was probably his screw.  Screw him as I sent his screw flying down the street.  What a wanker.  This happened near Times Square and not one cop stopped.  Oh well.  See what I am saying?  This is nothing compared to the crazy situations that I have been in.  Man, I so would love to share it all from the beginning.  That would be a hoot. ~ Maggie ~ April 2010 @ 8:21 p.m. EST