Creepy times are here again, in the mind, running away with ideas and suggestions that something is brewing beneath the surface of things and ideas and plans that come and go with people in wrong places and times and ideas of plans that mix and match your mind. It all starts with a perception that something does not fit a certain situation or place. Let us say you have many things in your mind. You are worrisome. You go to the doctor and the doctor says, stop it, settle down, take it easy, do not worry. You become paranoid by the look of a stranger. A fat mulatto with a cap that makes eye contact with a handsome He-Bitch in sunglasses. The He-Bitch has a wrong kind of place attitude. Business attire. Tie. Blue shirt, blue devil, the worst. He is somehow staring at the fucking mulatto as in accordance of some kind of plan or deviance. He is, somehow, someway, by the strange course of things and nature, connected to you, to your plan and idea of a pleasant afternoon. You think it. You think it. It has a weird chilly effect on your brain. You sweat. You run. You hide. You become handsomely ill.