What the Fuck Am I? (continued)

Some of my weird this year was definitely when I was more opened up on mushrooms, which I think was exactly what I need today. So, hopefully I'll get some more soon and things will be back to more of a conversation with spirit than I've had these last few months. I think they only work for so long.. months maybe, but then they wear off and it's like going from a dream to drab. For a while I was even getting primo therapy from my guides, especially when I'd be out riding around, brainwave changes and all that. Being in my car was my favorite kind of home, probably because of the brainwave changes but also because I love looking at the world, finding it, seeing all the people and places. I don't have to get down in there and mingle to love being out in things, but even taking the bus all around Shreveport and going up and down the subways in New York was pretty special. 

What the fuck am I?

I'm an idea hoarder. I dream dreams and have visions, and invent and create all the time. I have more ideas than I even know what to do with because as soon as I'm knee-deep in one, I follow some poetic inspiration over into a dream of a whole new one. And I don't talk about them and I don't write and record them, and I don't sing songs about them, and I don't make my life a public performance in all ways... but then sometimes I rehearse and practice. My speeches and stories have been tried out on 1,000 friends, person to person, lots and lots of first dates. The way that I express my voice is the one I have been over and over, but as my real self in intimate times and one-on-one conversations with people from all walks.