To the common man, a tide of nonsense.

To the gifted, an inspiration to another's madness.

A gift for those deserving of it's worth, and a curse for those not.

Genius in it's own tight, twisted and demented until psuedo-logic is gained from the tainted psychosis.

On it's own, it makes no sense to the commoner, seemingly scribblings brought on by the muses.

A destruction of logical thought and reasoning.

Life in it's purest form, ready for someone to light up or snort and get the trip of their life.