Churnings of my mind.

Do you ever get the feeling that some foreign and strange being is trying its hardest to take over your mind by filling your everyday thoughts with the most pathetic trivial matter that can be found? Or perhaps, is it that for the moment you are losing things, particularly sanity, for wayward ideas and almost thoughtless visualisations that cross through the wave patterns of brain matter.
I intensely dislike any form of losing control over my mind, the drug and alcohol induced stupors that so many think helps them find something or loses them in nothingness are not for me. My brain, no matter how good or not, is what I depend on for thought patterns which are my self inflicted form of sanity and how I am able to work through whatever the Universe happens to throw my way.
The biggest part of me is not the overextended waistline caused by an overindulgence in edible matter, but the overindulged brain that is never allowed to be quiet, rest can only weaken the soul, so onward forever in the search of something new and more interesting on the horizon of mental sanity, the hunt for the elusive metaphorical butterfly of perfect human intelligence that will open all doors and windows of my mind and forever refresh it with new and wonderful thoughts.