Riding a quick wave of that special kind of feeling crazy that only ever surfaces in the velvety darkness of being half awake in the middle of the night. It is the special state where little thought monsters stretch their aching bones and start to do their rain dance, bringing storm clouds to the corners of mind.
Little random towers of word structures (masquerading as real ideas) blow in on the wind and rather than swat them away, I dance off into them, taking flight into embracing this crazy lady of the night.
Throw those thought dogs a bone. Do a little dance to corral the crazy. Then fully grounded once again, go back to sleep.
We used to go
Where no one dared to go
And now you chase the dragon on your own
She used to suck the fun out of me
Beware the dog who’s selling songs about defeat
Begging for love but you’re old enough to know better than you know
You hate so much and you’re better off alone
We used to walk where the wild things grow
We used to go where the cool kids go
But now you’re just too lazy
We used to joke and it felt like gold
Beware the ghost who lives on Salamander Road
Trapped in a cloud of smoke
It’s old enough to know better than it knows
Ate so much you better leave that prick alone
But now you’re f*cking crazy
Crazy crazy crazy…
…and it is celebrating the craziness of life in the middle of the night with one last big WOOH!