But I am of the Universe
Spinning spinning spinning.
Devoted to whatever desultory obsession i have today, I find myself down a spiral of superior ideas tomorrow.
Unable to commit to any certain goal, aspiration, target, or objective I fill my days with a detrimental routine of work, and too much play. Diseasing and distracting my mind from my incapability to focus, i feed my manic veins with liquor and other substances of bane. Create and destroy, like Olivia always said. It's what life has revolved around since the dawn of time, and until till the setting of today's sun; if you can see it through the smog, that is.
Such filth, I spin down from the sweet angel of innocence and purity to my current state of toxicity, sweating poison as I strain to fight it's wrath. But hey, I am only human right? ...