thinking about thikn

flow down the creek, in my head book about the conscious that couldn’t stop thinking down the map of earth. Running past Africa over the sea to America. Typing and typing dreaming and dreaming reaching and reaching end. Nothing there. I see a dog, hi there are you fine. Yes I was eating mushrooms red white blue black white.
Missing people hidden people killed people, the fate unknown the answer unknown this is earth this is humanity this is insanity. Crack open head what is in there? I don’t know brain?laughter scream confusion the man still standing over creek thinking is this the end no of course not who is it I don’t know please stop.
High pitch sound pierce high pitch makes pain, doesn’t go away why? So many questions unanswered so many questions on this place earth plane land country universe what is life what is existence? Staring into creek, looking at water clouds the nature why is it there why