I am surrounded by smiles and I am the morbid beam of inverse beauty. I succumb to a darker view. I see the pain. I see the sadness. I see the rage. I see the fear. I see the one frown given to no one when everyone else is looking elsewhere. Isolation is my destination as I travel as the ache in the mouth of a wolf in the pack.

Sometimes I look around and see the end of the rainbow and there is glittering bliss everywhere. We're not in Kansas anymore To-To. But I know that I will never stay too long. My to-do list is ever growing and my procrastination wins this round.

Now i find myself full of racy thoughts, scraps of ideas, and bits of words to leak out onto the paper in front of me. So much to say and no way to remember it all. A droning pain throbbing from somewhere not too far from behind my forehead.

All this as i sit waiting...waiting for this frustraion to pass with my newspaper in hand i deficate

...metaphorical lumps of anger. Pieces of jealousy. Chunks of pain.

I wish that sometimes i could be dumb and happy like the majority of the United States of America, land of the free, prisoner to conformity.

Thinking is my curse as emotions run rampid in my chaotic clump of atoms and space wondering when organized sensibility will come carry me away and i Can join the largest cult in hystory,

THE WORLD.