crazedone

I was just lamenting on how boring I've become. All the crazy and dumb shit I used to do, the unpredictable stuff that kept it loose.

Flowing psychotic drug addled rage,
a vaporous stream cascading over the heart beat of the insatiable network of lost ones with vague hopes.

Born in the madness and gone upon return.

Infinite still shots frame the life that hopefully was.

I don't care to know its end.