It Comes In waves

When the depression hits me, it comes on in waves.

Until the waves are crashing against the rocks & shore.

Then I get nervous & antsy & nothings agrees with me.

Then I just either want to kill myself or everyone else.

I feel like no one out there cares about me & what's

worse, nobody out there even knows that I exist,

that is to say, concerning my art & as an artist.

This kind of depression is cyclical and gets worse

with age & over the years. This Weblog De Fuego

has been the main crucible & recording journal of

such ups & downs of my artistic temperament with

bipolarity. As far as me thinking that I am the Achrist

& openly declaring it on most all my blogs, is not 4

any of U to be concerned with. Rather it is true or not

is not the issue here. While said issue is nicely put

away in a box titled my insanity, there it stays until

the aliens (in the future) find it, & make me one of

their mythical gods.

As far as the peanut butter & jelly sandwich goes,

that goes to joe the plumber. So, why would anyone

in their right or left mind want to read anything on

this stupid Weblog De Fuego? 

To learn about bipolarity & creative genius & to see

or read first hand about a crazy guy (me) & his ups

& downs with bipolarity & as an artist who thinks

he is the Achrist. Something which is common among

true bipolar people, is their grandiosity & I excel in

this. 

I personally think that my life is a fascinating and 

eye opening study in such things as creative genius

& the bipolar connection. I even openly claim that

I am insane & getting paid 4 it by the State of 

California. Jeeez Luiz what else do U want. If U R a 

psychology student interested in such things.....

......then I'm your man. Study me & be set free on

your way to a PhD.

Also note that the up swing to such deathly depression

in my beautiful art......Yes i am insane & just plain 

obnoxious at times, but my beautiful piano music

makes up for it here and here,