Grandiose day, but who cares, I deserve it.

Across the sky a screaming came, blazing its way through the minds and hearts of the inhabitants of the land of shit and copious excess. Draining rivers of lucidity to enter ways of dreaming on soma and substances to get the hell out of it all for a while, but not just that, no, more and more ever growing waves of light blaze higher and higher in the sky, opening of God’s arms wider and wider, ever expanding consciousness and twisting of DNA structures giving you two more chromosomes now, oh my there it is, truth and love for nothing but the significances of plastic trivia, you there, you there asking me for something that you don’t have, can’t teach this to you, this is not something that can be learned or acquired through instruction or reading books or taking classes, but hours and hours and hours and thousands of more hours of doing it, fucked up on something or other alone, alone, no one around, in a quiet room, ten years of solitude will do that for a person, I suppose, at least for me, because I harvested my talent alone, fucking alone, fuck this loneliness that I seem to not be able to ever leave, yet so much is there in that beautiful sky for everyone, my sky, my projection, here among these words that will take you there. Come take my hand, and I will take you there, I promise to that place that you have never been. Have you ever seen the way that words seem to evaporate sometimes into the ceiling coming out of people’s mouths visible and clear, we see those tunnels after taking too much buproprion losing it all again, drunk again, oh my here we go here we go fucking yeah getting rich, you know oh yeah, fucking this I’m coming to the point now where money doesn’t fucking matter and I don’t care cause I’m getting famous in Maryland, yeah, fuckin yeah! Living well is the best revenge to anyone who is down and out. Grow grow here we go again away into the light, the brilliant light that someone has created for you, when the world is growing older, and you are growing younger, you seem to evaporate too, that stone that you tossed into the sea you felt the way the stone splashed into the fucking ocean of hate, you hated yourself then, you hated everyone, now this is love for everyone cause they got me rich they helped me do this seemingly impossible task, watch the way the vibrations seem to shake your head when you put on a good song, such as Bach, fucking classical music is so fucking good, it makes reality shine in authoritative resonance of lugubrious affections for romantic return to classical soul of Adam and Eve, back in the beginning, cause I am very very old, much older than I look. I’ve got to go, talk to you later dear.