Why do you call me mad? I rather laugh at it. 
	The common people consider madness the time when a mind wanders into a 
realm of extremely skewed thought. 
These fine people are mistaken. 
Madness is bliss. The time when everything just folds into whatever you wish. Ah 
the beauty I have seen. The grace. The candy of the eye, which makes my heart weep and 
rejoice in its sight. Ha! But it hurts me so. I love it. Keep away! 
Damn you poor wretches for trying to take my heaven away with a pill! Insert it 
in yourself and maybe you will see what I see. NO! You can't have some of my madness. 
My happiness. My euphora! Curse you! Damn you! To Hell with you!
Hell. What a fool's excuse. "I can't do anything wrong or I will be tormented 
forever!" 
Reincarnation. Its bad enough already. So when we die we come back and live 
again in another form. A mouthful of bullshit not given by a spoon, but a fork! 
Christianity. Wow. They nailed a guy to a math sign, must have been really bad. 
Come on. The guy was a carptenter. Oh well. Can't do this. Can't do that. Follow a long 
list of rules and maybe you can get in. If not, have fun being poked and thrown in fire. 
Some people enjoy that type of thing.
The rest don't matter. The blend together in a tapestry of idiocy. Burn some 
candles, chant, and spray some stuff in the air. Who gives a damn? 
Enough for the time. My words bleed upon the page like a pricked finger. 

- Giovanni McGregor