Blarg

Blah blah blah societal pressure good or bad?to try or not? Sense or nonsense? Poem or crap? Scrubs? Zach Braf? How do you spell his name? How would you describe our culture today? I would say daunting. I am a scatter brain trying hopelessly to catch my smoke dreams. I need a balloon or a jar or something. I want to catch lightning. If you steal it, I'll catch it again. Sometimes you get fried by such efforts. Burnt to a crisp and one must make a cacoon to use their wolverine powers. Mostly this battle is unseen, hidden behind longing eyes. Lost in the world of the dead. Connected to the collective subconscious. Beaten down by the powerful trying to hold onto their fleeting throne. Deceptive trickster gremlins infesting your mind leading you the wrong way. Reminding you that you are a loser though you are not. Stabing you in the heart with their pin dived daggers in efforts it will bleed all the succulant juices. Goodbye assholes, hello enlightenment. Why bash a triangle into a square? It doesn't work. Lost the train of thought. Had to make a call. Beat. Dead. It's hard to vomit your heart onto someones plate consistantly. I see why artists are considered insane so often. Dealing with the emotional world is dangerous.