Doobi doobi doobi dooo.

The looney bin awaits kind sir. You may enter at your own demise and thirst for being different.

Experience the insanity that is ´normal’.

As Ive written many times before I would rather find my end in a ditch than be subjected to this bland sound of jealousy and envy that has overgrown this narrative.

I do not see myself as normal even though the real geniuses wonder why I thought id ever scratched the surface of insanity in the first place.

The droopyness that is being inflicted by normal is poison to the spirit.

Like a drip of black goo that turns you into the road most traveled.

A detour rarely possible.

Please tell me you found the road with all the pebbles they skip in the lakes.