It's currently 5:03am. Tonight I want to talk about the incessant tingle that is within most of us. That small little voice that always seems to be wanting to yell. The small little itch that can never be really scratched. I want to talk about creativity. While many would be so ever open about their voice, opening it to the uncaring world with naivete, I choose to limit it, as the mind can conjure such precious beauties such as colorful trees, or shimmering lights, it too can conjure horrors in which imagination can barely comprehend. To one such as I, as many others, it would lead to devastating effects of the mind. To simply air things like, "oh but what if" evoking these other normal people to look upon you with such a lighter sentence, only to be faced with a disgusted look. My oh my, what comes to us is a deserved shunning. Yes we can cry out to be an antithesis of how they feel, till death rips the rug from under us! Oh but to be brought upon these 'others' and thrown into the pits of depravity! What delusional things these 'others' are. "How disgusting "they cry! So maybe it's time to let us throw ourselves into this depravity! To show the world our heart! Fuck the masses of socially conscious mounds of flesh! Fuck whoever thinks they can shove their ideals down our throats! Light a fire from our passionate hatred! Shun me no longer, for I am my own GOD.
