CRUDE THOUGHT XXII: CONDUIT FOR SANITY

I am surrounded by them. I am sometimes overwhelmed by their influence upon my mind.

They get so loud- I must let them out! 

I must tell you friends, I do not always enjoy drawing.

I must draw or rather feel like my mind may implode.

If I am not allowed to draw within a given day, I begin to withdraw like an addict.

That is when the Animal begins to rear its Monstrous Head.

My thoughts become vicious and tainted with the many visuals of death and violence I have taken in throughout my lifetime.

I can feel my testosterone begin to break from its dam of tolerance.

I must have my Pen. I am afraid of what I may become without my Pen.

My Pen is the only true Conduit For Sanity within this place.

Life is Crude.