part of the cyber tightrope walk includes strolling down the dark side, tapping into the empowerment of the anonymous word, the self created entity.   lets not forget what that can do to someone who is a little angry today or perhaps not themselves.  and then there's the delightful mental square dance of the creative person or the creative mentally ill person. especially if you’re one yourself or maybe a little borderline.  

you might not be looking to play footsies with your evil self.  you may be drawn in to a combustible chemical reaction of two or more personalities who naturally bounce off one another, energy gone kablooey.   (very similar to nuclear fission.) perhaps you think you’re making a friend or being friendly and pleasant and you don’t recognize the entire relationship has gone south even when it’s glaring at you through the monitor cause it writes so pretty.  you're not reading roadsigns and clues written in Croatian.  you have missed the turnoff.  oops. 

this is a dicey world.

and then it happens, it all goes evil!   you become the subject not just a participant, the party's over.  YOU are dinner.  your stomach knots up.  your shoulders tense. you begin to misspell and you're too fast for spellcheck.  you begin to wonder if you've stumbled upon ted bundy reborn. or maybe his son. or better, his mother.  

O ain't that a kick in the head.   

after the shock, you try to shake it off.  you may try reason, attempting to straighten out any misunderstanding because we’re in a world of words, of logic, of truth, right?  

only it’s all turned on you, turned around and around and upside down and become an ugly brutal mess, magnified by whatever degree of pain or misery or stress that’s presently residing in your head times a gazillion million.  

its all too too in this little make believe land of ours that's not so make believe.  as the expression goes: “it’s all in your mind”, only here that's the rule, not a cliché. 

but enough of this.  this is the honest downside of an up world.  the brain is an intense place, and operating from within it can be perilous. you do this with some risk.  sometimes.  I find most times it's with creation and fun and expression and laughter and support and other unforgettable delights that I never dreamed possible from a machine before I bought my first computer some 15 years ago (and how pathetic my cpu skills, considering all the time spent on it.  ugh)

but you have to know what's possible.  because if you don't you're going to be blindsided.  and the truth is, you probably will be at some point anyhow because we are suckers for words, all of us.   every so often this kind of madness rears itself up, like the four horseman to remind us how powerful these words are that we use and craft and fling.   and chances are you'll get suckered into some madness just because you're here.  

 and now it’s time for me to go forth and recreate myself wearing nothing at all. today my breasts shall be rose tipped perfection. and my toes shall have silver bells on them.  I shall sing Callasian arias and you will be entranced, yes you will. 

make way for your Princess.  

smooch smooch! ta ta!