Sometimes I feel like beating people over the head with a stick
Sometimes I feel like finding a pussy to lick
Sometimes I feel like running to places I don't know
Sometimes I feel like telling my boss where to go
And sometimes I feel like this whole thing is coming crashing down on my brain and I can't take it anymore and I don't know what to do so I get high but then I get paranoid and caught in this web of thoughts about things I just don't want to deal with at that moment in time and then I think about monsters and witches and darkness and then I start contemplating the origins of the universe and the reasons for my existence and why do I have to die and then I feel like I can't justify consuming the air that I breathe buuuuuuuuuuttttt then the calm settles in, that warm glow as the peak resides and my brain settles into a contented numbness where all that matters is good beats and a toasted 12 grain bagel with peanut butter and then
I feel like like drifting off to sle-e-e-e-p