The Party Goes On, On the Furthest Side

This is a little collection of stories that couldn’t happen. They couldn’t happen because they are silly.
I sit here for hours writing the things the information comes out of my head; sometimes I hear it spoken by that famous psychiatrist’s dream, the ‘silent voice’.
I must be mentally ill?
I should book myself into an asylum?
I had some inside knowledge told me by a doctor who works in one. He told me that the qualification that you needed was to be mad. So, if you’re a doctor and you’re mad, then like attracts like (law of the Universe). So won’t birds of a feather flock together?
I consider myself fortunate that I don’t have wings and I have to walk this beautiful earth.
Enjoy the stories. Actually, I’m normal (with a silly edge).