I quit.
This is my declaration that people are insane in the general and the specific sense, and that the form of this is unimportant to me.
Yay.
Therefore, here it is.
Enjoy.
"There Is No Title, Titus!"
Scripted, Contextual, Conformity
I need another dose of reality
A Real Schizoid Scalene Angel,
As a Matter of Fact
Breaking out the ballrooms
Burning down Belfast
Here Comes the Train
Stream of Consciousness
Can you keep up?
Does the wind blow in your eyes as well?
I don’t think I can tell you
What it means, how it seems
Isn’t this just a ranting?
The water is flow
Your words are go
Yours Truly,
A Real SKASMATIC.
Trans-Atlantic Existentialism,
East Coast Vagabond,
Wearing new Sobriquets,
Master of Masks, and Destroyer of Witticisms.
Do YOU know which way to flow?
Let the stream of consciousness carry you away…
Don’t butcher your native language
Butcher foreign ones too!
The Things that flow are nihilist pie eaters
Elitist Tea Drinkers,
They like to comment about subjects which owe them nothing.
They like to claim they caged the beast
Art is their hussy, dressed for their benefit and for their pleasure!
In my world,
Shakespeare said “First, let us kill all the lawyers…and for good measure, the artists, too.â€