I Never Said I Was Crazy

Aug 17, 2008 - 03:09 AM PST

I've been roasting in heat for the past few days, and possible brain cells have been cooked because of it, for my train of thought swirls. I feel there is something to say, but no way to put it on paper...per se. Damned if I didn't try.....

Lately I've been observing and analyzing almost too much. Observing and analyzing everything. I know there's an off switch, but it's really hard to find. I'm eager to find it; this gift has been a curse. It's driven me to the crazy level for a while. It's made people close to me question. Also has caused lucid hallucinations.

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I'm in no way religious, but I'm led to believe that some divine hand is dirty with my filth. I'm questioning more why I'm even bothered with. They wants new recruits, I suppose; you can never have enough. Or perhaps what gods do best is make obstacles for us, and they have dinner and new episodes every day. We're their fucking Soap Operas! Well, I always wanted to be on TV. Guess I'll do my best to create a good show to watch, but be weary you viewers for this show has a twist of its own: its an agnostic one.

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The rain is coming. Just in time to give us all our sanity back, for the heat changes people. Sanity....I could go for that. Let's break that up and smoke it....