Who knew losing your mind was so...
fun!

Oh the joy!
Oh the joy joy joy!

No one can laugh like those who have nothing to laugh at
it is the purest way,
to laugh at the air with yourself is beautiful

The weather is beautiful,
a crisp 57 degrees feels beautiful,
as beautiful as a woman I met on the road one night.

Birds barely believe and cats curiously crawl.

Eccentricity is authentic just as the sun sets and the moon rises.  

My train of thought has ran off the tracks, the bridge was blown up by bandits, now all the passengers are free! If death counts as freedom.