In searching for happiness or the thing in which I think it is, I've found a million little things that irritate me. Now these little gremlins hold onto my every move and thought. Thinking is no longer something that comes natural, it's a forced process and every think is linked to another think, removing fun, destroying knowing and shitting all over the project that is called life. I now know nothing and never knew a thing but there was still a feeling when I knew nothing but thought otherwise. Living in illusion is extremely comfortable, because that's exactly what it is, illusion. There are no surprises tomorrow or today when illusion is torn and broken.

Sentences and the words that form them are like a dragon letting off a mighty fart. Not many will miss it and those that do, will surely be talking about it for years to come. It's best we castrate this beast and eat out it's eyes.

The dragon has brought it's family over, they're intoxicated and the grandest of all dragons has vomited all over your house.