Album: Sundet
I scribbled something again yesterday that weirded me out.
It seems like the scribbles that make me feel that way are usually ones that come unbidden - from unexpected bouts of mental diarrhea, I suppose. These scribbles always make no sense; and, reading back upon completion, they contain assonances and rhymes you were never conscious of when scribbling.
Also, in my case, I think, they always have cannibalistic imageries and allusions.
Maybe that's what's making me feel so weird.
But I've decided I like it all - and I want to be crazy, for now ... Because my sanity is driving me insane.
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