I am at a strange place for the seat of creativity while overwhelmed and void of positive images is occupied by negative. And though my dream is of yellow Volkswagen vans my response to accidents including me are met with images of me reaching under the seat of said van to come back with a blasting response. I guess they could be referred to as blasts from the past since these are clearly issues in the substratum. The thin line between anger and sinning are often overstepped while determining how close the the edge I can get. Its like trying to determine how many shots it would take to get drunk and remain in God’s grace.