Have I ever, in a single day, had this much to say? Have I ever, in a day, had this much rum to
consume? The Jesus turned that water to
wine, I turned the wine to whiskey, the egregious import tax turned the whiskey
to rum. I would murder a hundred babies
for some bacon right now. Ohhh the
return! The return of a place of no
concern. My mind’s playground and a
child without supervision. This place, where the lunatic in me
resides. He exists in all of us this I
am sure of. The difference between my
lil Charlie Manson and the rest of the twats on this planet is that I bought
mine a gun and told him to run free. To
cage that animal is a recipe for disaster.
I saw the new planet of the apes, sure it was awful but you would do
well to be kind to a smart monkey. Let
that fucker run, don’t collar that primate, let it out! Feed it well and watch in childlike wonder as
the feces speckles the walls of your Victorian home. Sometimes I wonder if the only talent that
God saw fit to bestow upon me was the ability to not only except but to embrace
that crazy little primate in me.
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