Morning Insanity - When you havent slept in 2 days, insanity sure takes in
This is not me, my brain is failing to function right now, so this is just a figment of your imagination, you are reading some incoherent words that I did not write yet am sure of knowing of.. Because yeah... Don’t ask me why, I just know. I mean that person typing knows, there’s no place for “I” here, “I” does not exist… me no exist… simple and clear… I think, therefore I am, wow amazing words, structured in a very confusing way, quite sure that this is not the right time for anyone to analyze such literate terms. Why are there stars when the sun is shining, and why is there 2 cups of water standing by the laptop on each side like roman sculptures? And why is the laptop roaring like it’s horny. I swear even machines are over-active nowadays, did “I” just say “I”. Dear lord, good mother of god, insanity has taken over me. Mission accomplished, Mr. and Mrs. Insanity congratulations, you have taken over my rational mind. The world is such a piece of bull-caca seriously, but its okay through the eyes of the blind, everything is. I hear people talking, oh look at the wonderful cars heaving outside, struggling, fighting; I bet none of all those suckers want to make it to work, they all want to be in bed, dreaming of wide open legs and full penetration. I mean let’s admit it 98% of males wake up in the morning with a boner thinking about sex, while the other 2% face some syndrome and failure of full erection, while 85% of females wake up with the thought of sex in the back of their minds even though they do not admit it. So yes, and as you can see, insanity has sure proven its presence within the tiny little chambers of my disjointed mind. Did “I” oh dear lord I have spoken of “I” again, but do I care, to hell I don’t for “I” stands for insanity, pure mindless insanity, and closed eyes, a blind being, walking aimlessly. My body aches, yet my soul shall sleep away as my body tries to carry on therefore… so long, and goodbye. Yet before I leave, have I spoken to you of love, or have I ignored, oh must I be forgiven, I sure have, so I shall go on and speak of affection, the purest form of eternal passion. Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous; and it pricks like thorn… isn’t that what Shakespeare said, and haven’t we heard of how love shall crown you though it would crucify you, I’m sure many of us heard and experienced the bitterness yet sweetness of love, I have, dare “I” speak of “I” again, but I shall, so to tell you that till this morning, this morning of lunacy I still feel that love penetrating through my veins, through me, reaching the very seams of my heart, enriching me with integrity, and strength to fight this chaos. But I am chaotic by nature so I live by this conflict, not denying my love, because I sure do feel it yet living this anarchy with gratitude since we all face our destiny. “I” oh “I” have spoken nothing, it is that “thing”, that “creation” that lives within me that has spoken… as to replicate… So long and good hours of darkness.