I got on the bus. If you had read The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test youd understand the reference...which included a cameo by Hunter S. Thompson, because thats when he was hanging with the Hells Angels and the acid freaks. Ive decided that theres an art to madness and I travel that razorline towards possibility. I live on the edge of what the work-a-day world would call sane. I am a bright light shining in the darkness; a lighthouse. A lexicographical prince. A rogue agent of the literary arts. I am gilder of lillies. A poet of THE living world. A gift wrapped conundrum. I am the great and powerful describer. I have seen the ugliness of this world and Ive made it my lifes work to make every negative word into lyrical poetry. I am brilliant filth. Im a torn copy of Jack Kerouacs On the Road. What makes me so interesting? I could make scrubbing toilets seem like transcendental ecstasy. The better question, what other madman have you met with such eloquent self-aggrandizement?
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 02:49:19 +0000
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