Several times in a "typical" day for me, I'll have this relentlessly oncoming stream of images pound+pummel my mind's eye. A "lesser" version of this might be the jumpy editing they use in horror movie trailers, synchronized with ghastly-looking fonts and whooshing, heartbeating sound effects. I don't know necessarily when I'll see this train hit me, but it comes.

Like Darkman, I can appear reasonably "normal" for a certain amount of time. It's greater than an hour, less than half a day at most. After that, I suppose I do what would be called "going crazy" and I've just got to reclaim my wackiness and true free spirit. At the same time, I need that stability to balance myself out, otherwise God knows where I'd be, spiraling off into oblivion. I find something unique about me is I can have this self-expression without being antisocially disruptive or pissing off others, quite frankly. It's not something I asked for but I've come to be it, so it shall be. It wasn't always this way, but it is now.