I fear the inside of my own brain. How twisted a thought is that? I have accomplished many things in my life but the pursuit of my own happiness. 

Is this truly bliss? It surely feels like it. My brain and body and heart are truly flying through me to these keys I am hitting right now.

Gonzo poetry I suppose Hunter would say. I am glad the dead approve of me. The truly great are dead, I have studied their lives.

Then I woke up. No no.. The truly great are amoung us now. They live! I would like to think I am one but so are you.

If you can read this, so are you. Never forget that or let it go.

This is not insanity, this is enlightenment.