Clear the Air
I have writers block right now. It is because what I really want to say is probably just too heavy. I just feel like throwing my hands in the air while screaming and shouting like a madman. I want to run around like a crazed lunatic breaking all kinds of precious little things that people flaunt and fight over. I want to be the party pooper and kick everybody out of this drug house of prescription meds and synthetic substances. I want to send a shock wave through the air to overload every device and television. At that moment, when the air has been cleared, the drugs have lost effect, and all our little things are irrelevant, I want to say; take a look around man.