madi

My head is so full and I can't get it out
These words are so petty; all I can do is vomit them onto this screen through little black buttons. My finger tips are electric and my body is hot, memories of alien worlds and horrors to magnificent to explain, skies filled with a dozen moons of silver and blue, twisted sexes, suicidal fetuses, I as a slave to a maniacal giant.
The paint doesn't lay right, the ink is only black.
I can sing but no one listens, and what would I say? I can scream, that may help, but the beauty is lost and the aggravation of my situation grows. Every night I dream symphonies, I wake with limitless fantasy and yet never does it come to live.
Too much, my mind is too much for this world to see. I want to share it and yet I want it to be only mine.
I wish to cut these ideas from my head and tie them to strings and hand them to ever person that I see. I am disappointed in myself now, all I see it letters in little groups and lines. I mean nothing. I have said nothing.
Here is your fucking salvation, crush it into powder place it in a pretty line, roll up you last dollar bill and mend you head. Sick fucking apes medicated monkeys paranoid androids . All of them all of you an most of all me. Now I can go back to sleep and dream of these thing that will torture me.