The Obscure

Last night was the genesis of my violent descent upon the dynasty of financial stability and my obscene, derogatory thrust towards the museum of modern art and "the powers that be."
That sentence did not in any way describe anything, nor will anything about it be revealed in the near future.
I've found a new bed among the dandelions of plagiarism, and I call it home. Who, therefore, shall be the first to point the perfunctory accusatory finger and get this show on the road?
Every now and then the universe bends it's cosmik spine into some unintelligible molecular shape and understands the very fabric of my being. It is at these unforeseen and utterly tragic times that I cry out in a dark, hoarse voice, the words that have been pounding against the inside of my skull ever since I was hurled at this world as an infant, the words that I have always known would one day punctuate a long sentence that represents a piece of human logical thinking in a slightly more tangible way (metaphorically speaking)! Those ominous words that cast impenetrable black shadows in the fields of madness! That mercilessly rape and mutilate the human mind with the sheer, dominating will of the inane! That punch the face of Zeus and wander aimlessly around, accomplishing nothing! Those terrible words!

Jamaican Me Crazy!

I bet at least two of you saw that coming.

Anyway, I'm having weird seizures because I am quitting percoset for a while, so I'm going to go wander around and maybe shower. Probably won't shave though, I don't want to seize while shaving and tear my throat out.