crazy
terrible_truths is doing something to my head, something permanent. I don't know what it is, I can't figure it out. It's either helping uncork hidden creativity and lubricating the paths of my future writing while teaching me deep comedic secrets or it is STRIP MINING my brain soon to leave it a burning useless husk. When I was doing 10 one-liners a day I had the limited scope of the daily news to work with. This both focused and controlled my creativity. Now, with the entire world available my normally nutty brain is going HOG WILD and just plucking random shit out of the sky. It's BEAUTIFUL, it's like ZEN COMEDY but it's also scary and totally unbalancing in a way. In some ways I feel like I'm in the movie "The Perfect Human" in a room with no boundaries. Woozy.This could be good though. If I can fully loosen the cork then the sky's the limit, I could reach my potential without the use of drugs. I could become a PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY. Or I could end up in a diaper in some mental institute rambling on and on and on without stop, or in a corporate job without the ability to smile, all my joy of creation cannibalized to create a PERSONAL meme out of almost WHOLE CLOTH.
Rambling Rose, RAMBLING ROSE. I've got the shakes, time to grab a pen and FIX!
