See… My intention is to bring the lightning and thunder, to bring the rain… To uphold humanity from the bittersweet pills they give me to swallow.
To consume gasoline, flick a match on some sort of persistent reality,
and punish the wicked to offload my pain…
The Cosmos exists within.
In the twilight hours my nigh’ speak insanity insane,
crispy cereal pieces floating in a bowl of warm piss.
Then change.