Intro - To Sanity - About the lack of it |
You always hear that bullshit expression."He slowly slipped closer and closer to madness as the whatthefuckever came apart" Anyone has gone bug-shit crazy knows that the person writing or spouting that line is as full of shit as a politician on ex-lax. You don't slowly do anything of the sort. You might slowly stab someone in the eye with an ice pick. You might slowly watch the inside's of it pour out along the edge of the point. You might slowly watch their mouth go from a screaming mass of muscles with cords stuck out in their neck to a perfect O as they can't scream from the pain anymore. But they don't go blind slowly. It's pretty instant. It's a teeth gritting 90 fucking degree drop straight down into the land of insanity. One day you come home and that picture of your dead great grandmother that had the eyes that seemed to follow you around the room all the sudden starts bitching at you about your bad taste in clothing. Like she has some room to talk in that crappy ass black dress and to think you wondered how your mother could be such a bitch, it must be hereditary. That fucking Superman doll that used to scare you as a kid in your room? Well that motherfucker ain't shit now, last night you kicked its ass when it started talking smack. Plastic objects really shouldn't talk shit when you have a matchbook, a hammer, and a whole bottle of lighter fluid. The only bothering thing about the whole thing was the way it screamed and begged for mercy, but fuck that, once you get to this status, this holy unstoppable, and legally excusable state, mercy packs its bags and says good bye. Burn baby, burn. All those things that used to scare you don't bother you at all, and the things you used to worry about drift away. What does it matter when you can talk to the Buddha statue sitting on the old crust covered pizza box on top of your TV set, I mean how much more Zen can you be? He tells you that if you just focus on the now, and forget about the past you can live in the future. I suppose there is always a breaking point to going mad though, eh? Yeah. |