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Entry #319
Method To The Madness
7/15/12 by nietzlawe
METHOD TO THE MADNESS
Some May Say I Sway off Topic. Other people, They Say Stop It! A-Life album I Say Cop It, but it'll be you that's out of pocket. You cashed your chips just to hear my rocket, fuel. Sod it fool, here, have this CD, its on me, the best thing you could cop for free. To hear my woes and how I rose from only Dog-knows where my mind got closed, and shut down, like a crime scene, but now, my mind's so clean, detoxed and sheened. The caffeine hits something in me, until my brain cells start racing around like a Mexican jumping bean. There's no longer this slump in me, I just feel like there's something in me that I wanna bring out that's pumping me. This adrenaline, this surge, this overpowering urge to mix words and make all my thoughts feel ten times worse. Some May say I'm Dangerous to a Stranger's ear, but the strangest fear and my biggest crime is that I didn't make the most of my time here, because I don't want to be rotting away in a dead-end job for nine years. My mind is light years ahead of the menial, inside of a time machine stored inside the Imperial. Away from the rat race and all the material, things that weigh me down so heavy that I feel I'm gonna drown in this hideous town. Surrounded by the insidious clowns that swim around inside my own crown. Some May Say that I Stray from the norm, and the jokes and the rhymes and the things that I say in the midst of the storm, coz I'm pissed and I'm torn, and this is the only outlet I'm born to wield, I use these words as my sword and shield, my force-field.
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7/21/12
Pestered by questions? Why not hire a professional ask-kicker? Simply provide a list of people who you feel ask too many questions, and one of our ask-kickers will see to it that each person on that list gets a good kicking in the areas of your choice!
You could even use ask-kickers to take field goals, but if they miss, they will be the ones that are getting their askes kicked, and he would need to get medical treatment from his personal butler, Ask Jeeves.
7/19/12
I think I'll just fill my shoes all the way up with sand the next time I go to the beach. That way, I won't have to worry about any more sand getting into them.
Why don't I just go barefoot, you ask? Well, if you must know, I have a rare phobia: I'm deathly frightened of having my feet bitten off by bears.
Why in the world do I think there might be bears at the beach, you ask? I once heard someone say that lots of people bring bears to the beach. I think that's what he said, at least. He might have actually said "beer" instead of "bears", but I'm not taking any chances!
Why do I keep acting as if you're asking me questions that I should answer even though you're actually thousands of miles away from me and unaware of what I'm doing right now, you ask? That's a question for the psychiatrist.
I never asked the question! I'm being incriminated. But why am I being incriminated you ask? (But he didn't ask you, Nietzlawe.) Great, now I'm debating with my subconscious whether or not somebody asked me questions, or whether I just imagined the whole crazy saga. Maybe we are both sat in the same room, both thinking we are the psychiatrist.
Or maybe we're not. But whatever is the opposite of what we think, must be the truth, and as we all know, the truth is out there, floating around, evading man's best attempts to discover him and make a documentary about it on a new channel called The Discoverhim Channel. But I'm sick and tired of covering up the truth, every night under the duvet in bed. Can't someone else cover up the truth for once? With skin-hiding garments that prevent any of the truth from ever being revealed in lewd, crude form.
You Ask? I'm sick of the amount of times we have said the word ask, maybe we should get together and hand out a damn good Ask Kicking.
7/17/12
I thought that laughter was real... I was frightened that you had re-enforcements. But then I heard the crackle in the recording... and then I knew I'd been duped. And the track had been looped.
The laughter was real, the cases are real, the people are real.
This is Judge Judy.
7/17/12
I don't mind your speech impediment, but I do mind this beach sediment, which is getting into my shoes. But I try to pay that no mind, even though I did pay thirty dollars for my footwear.
You should have taken hiking boots to the beach. Sure, they would have set you back some extra cash, but they would have prevented defeat during the pebble dash.
7/16/12
Force-shield in a field. Until the paint, it peeled.
It peeled? I yield and wield weaponry no more.
All I have left now is Weapunnery and Wordplayery...
Oh.. and fake laughter tracks.
7/15/12
There's a method to my madness, but I'm not sure what it is. All I know is that it doesn't involve an OD of meth.
It'd be terrible to make such a meth of your life.
Sorry, don't mind mthe, I hath a speech inpethimenth.