How Ben Got Crazy

Many of you have asked (and I am talking to you, yes you—the voices in my head) how I think of my crazy thoughts. The first step is to think (you may think it is to be crazy, which helps, but sometimes limits the ability to express ideas correctly). Then I do, what the Kyrgyz call: "crazy walking" as in (from a chat with Russell while were talking about my quote: "Dance with me beige. Dance on my heart and my liver. Dance you crazy color. Sing to my soul.")

when I'm lonely, and then I start . . . crazy walking . . . occasionally [my coworkers] ask if my roof has flown

That is the secret my friends.