Cult of celebrity.

I have yet to even inform my friends I have this blog - they could have a powerful tool at their disposal if I did. They'd have an insight in to the inner workings of a mind made of brightly coloured gears resting upon clumps of misshapen, but somehow, comforting houses. These houses have tiny, somewhat intelligent, but socially awkward dwarves living in them. The dwarves living happy lives; oiling the gears, and making each component works as to allow the rest of the body to function, as it is inadvertently governed by these tiny people.

I imagine these creatures not like some hideous smurf clone (how could they get any worse anyway?), but more like small bearded men, who wear glasses and have a bald patch. They work quite efficiently, though, it doesn't seem to rub off on the owner of the mind they occupy.

Actually, that brings me to another point, do we own our mind? Or does it own us? Do we function with it, like two separate entities, or does one control the other. When the mind roams free or has seedy, deep, dark thoughts, did you will it to? Or did it do this on its own?

Yeah, next time you take some acid, think of that.

Also, I like this whole mind, gear work, world idea. I should write a story about them. I would entitle it: "The Gears of Thought: The Void With an Inhabitants"

That would sell like hot cakes...as opposed to selling poorly, like cold cakes.