The Obscure

The Insomniac Descent

Better to listen to music than to make it, better to read the books than to write them. A better fate was not given to we who are tugged in directions we cannot understand. Better to look to a God, for it is worth the looking. Better to put aside the knife, and spare your life, for your goose is not ripe for the cooking. Better to put in rhyme that which should not rhyme, I shall not use the words "lime" or "time." Better to see her face in a different place. Better to see a face in any place.
But enough of that bullshit. It made sense to me, that makes fit to print in my eyes.
I shouldn't be up right now, I got shit to do tomorrow. I tried to sleep, but as usual, all this gibberish started floating into my mind, not letting me rest. If I could remember any of it now I would write it for you, but it would make less sense than my first paragraph. No grammer, no association between characters and words, or even between the words themselves.

Shit, NOW the pills kick in. I can't think anymore. I hope you enjoyed whatever the hell this was, haha. Goodnight folks.