Sudden Inspiration

With a sudden burst of inspiration like somebody had just injected something into my arm I don’t know what I feel but I write it anyway. It’s something, like something but I’m not sure what it is. And it is an open minded view on an abstract concept that makes me feel that if I don’t stop typing the whole World is going to burst into flame before settling down again. Of course, that is an egocentric viewpoint, but it is my own.

Non-editing, non-specific, and without pause (for thought of others or myself). That is not what I was brought up to believe. Sometimes it just happens. And is.

Green birth.
Burial grounds and tea with Winston.
Non-sensical ramblings of a half-mad beast of typeface.
Flippant and over-enduring, over-endulging, ever effulgent?

Drink silently, for I am asleep.
Paranoid and pretentious, my dreams are more realistic.

Thankyou.

Thanks.

And all that.