Ramblings of a Madman

I’ll ramble from head to toe, and let the little bastards watch out the window with hoggiling hogs hogging space until my car is just a stick, like the leftovers of corn on the cob. I fly past the strangers on the roads and the cities, they hate me, well guess what I hate you! I see left to right at night women dressed like its the club. I hear these stupid children screaming and preaching, as if they have the slightest intelligible things to say, I have to many places to be today. I hear this then that, I grab the grapple and jump to the end of the edge. I’ll be knockin’ heads and sippin’ lead, drink until my body rejects. Heck! I wish a God could exist that just complains and talk his ear off like this until the whole damn planet below just rises up and throws rocks at him.

Back to my center of peace were I hear the divisive beast linger in his rotten cove, hidden below the bridge he drinks from the Sodom below. I’m in my head so often I begin to wonder who the hell is the guy talkin’? He tells me what to do and say, then I go on a suicidal rampage, I just say screw it, I look at how low the drops is and just go for it. You gave me a thousand so I say let’s get going.

Every second the voice says: ” turns left right now, don’t bump into that damn idiot!” , ” You’re such an idiot you can’t even properly engage in a proper conversation” , “just say hello you foolish prick!” .

It’s crying and rambling thrown into one mix, it’s yelling and screaming until you’ve got’ that fix. I flip through the countless adventures just to get through all of it, nonsense, and blah blah is my rapport.

Hell just ring your glorious demons up just to get me the hell out of here.

My fears claw away at my stupidity, like a damn kitten.

I can’t tell a difference between a joke and a statement, my stupidity is profound.

Please help me out,

please help me out?

Is insanity a relative of mine, if so please come in take what you please,

″ oh, umm.... sure take that, oh you want that too, sure! Please slap me back and forth with my hospitality, it’s okay, I was just being rude.

I’m running on four, sure I’ll continue with my ramblings, mainly for the therapy, but also for those who can make it this far.

A small bit of small bit of self-loathing and eight ounces of coffee should do the trick for today,

they look through the mirage, wonderful.

Another lonely hour, oh delightful.

Go through the chapters just to read the same one twice.

The hallway is so great, I want to walk with a pal, I want talk about this and then that, I give possibly two or three.

The finish line has never felt so far, yet it is so close.

I love her when she throws her eyes at me then sneaks them back toward the previous -bag.

I began with a hopes of hopeless ramblings, now I’ve simply reached the bottom of a barrel of self-awareness, but you said anything.

Have you any questions?

Good I’m not really answering any, I’m just following my stupid ray to its target; me.

I’ll see to it that this page is so horrendous, and impossible to read.

I know little, but perhaps that’s why I say a lot.

What are the facts but my little toys, I’ll use them to construct my own paradise, the words slide smoothly like ice.

Alright, I have you close to the stove, just let the words burn into your ears, please...

I need this and so don’t you, it seems the less I care the more the world glares.

I’m running empty on the open road, I want to crash directly into a tanker, just right before it reaches the docks.

Just go out with a splash and a bang.

See I’m sure you know that i’m not insane, just going through a phase.

Just exploring what I can and can’t say.

Just running out of words.

But I’m sure my mouth has been filled,

I have yet to choke and die.

Now I have little interest in your stupid lies!

I didn’t understand the challenge, but damn it, now I do.

Feed me until my platter is covered in red matter, I’ll leave the table open while I,

well that doesn’t matter.

I like the Mad Hatter, continue to feed me you little bastards!

I’m an omnivore with an open door,

I’m an carnivorous snake prepared to slip you some venom, the acid bubbles and trembles.

I have little to offer but this bucket, filled with discriminant functions.

Please give this what it deserves, I have to sleep, but who cares when I have to feed.

I want the rush, give me more, it hasn’t been enough.

I’ll go to my most god-awful depths.

The words’ll run cover to cover, and then some.

But don’t tell them.

The tiny wisps whisper,

I have to go, but only a few words more, that’s all I require,

reach the end to run my empire, it stretches O so far and wide.

leave me at peace I feel my feet whimper, they are longing to get up and be productive, but the rabbid brain cursed by your ropes and chains has a few more words to record.

I have gone endlessly about what does and doesn’t matter .

Sorry for the inconvenience, but I must be this way, the mannerisms I have aquired have come from the dank hole, I want to swim in it; I’ll just drown down with it, it seems to have a more prolific sound.

So here I am, it is so great, don’t make me do this again!