I'm pretty off the rocker. I take 8 pills a day to control my hallucinations and symptoms of depression, but really that's divided into the loxitane (for schizoaffective disorder), effexor (for depression), and seroquel (also for schizoaffective disorder). These meds keep me on the level at which I am; without them I'd be much, much worse. I post here under no false pretenses; I have great difficulty lying, even to save my ass. So, regardless of actual truth, I'm really not lying to you when I say I'm god. I'm having trouble believing it myself, I mean, I can't perform miracles, unless you take the soapstone pipes and sculptures I've created without proper eye protection or even something more advanced than my own hands to hold said items while they're being drilled as miracles, there you go. The only talent I know I possess is the ability to draw from my own idealized body structures and with no frame of reference, (i.e. a model) perfectly proportioned bodies, ala Michelangelo's David, only on paper and in graphite. I'm good at anything I try to do, and I was recently taken into my college's honors program. My experiences in this life have lead me to believe there is something more to the world than what we normally see. As for the things I normally see; during the day, on surfaces illuminated by the sun are points of energy constantly and randomly finding their own paths across the sky. I can change my eyes' focus, but those points of energy remain in my vision until the sun sets. Occasionally, these points of energy will turn into birds or insects and fly around me. The insects regularly appear and disappear right before my eyes, the birds appear most often out of clouds. Sometimes the birds will split into three or more smaller birds. It was 20 degrees outside last december, I was sitting on my stoop smoking a pot substitute (don't do this at home kids), and a stink bug randomly appeared flying haphazardly between my legs and then disappeared upon landing next to me. It was moving with far too much energy to have been outside the whole time, and I have no idea where it went after it landed. I heard it hit the steps, but couldn't find the thing. Take from this what you will, I already know I'm not sane. All I ask is that you respond to me in kind; that is, if I say something crazy, and it catches your interest, say something crazy right back to me. I don't know if I scare anyone, but I want you all to know I mean you no harm.