I put a fucking screw in my head when I was about fourteen years old - left the top exposed, out in the weather, and primed for adjustment. I didn't know any better - just watching - just being a kid. Damn thing has been turned this way and that, tightened, loosened, and rusty from neglect. Seemed like righty-tighty always resulted in anger, and lefty-loosey may have been a nap. I could feel the pressure, reacted accordingly, and followed the only path that appeared to be left.

Higher education brought to my attention, among other things, that it wasn't a screw but a funnel instead. So wide was it's girth that it accepted knowledge about science, sociology, religion, and drugs. It had no rules, no plugs, and no mesh. It was not the Cat In the Hat, not the Social Contract, and it was not made by my Ego or Id. It had no regard for what Mom said was wrong. It did not care if what it accepted was right. But it was feeding my mind, and I think of it tonight.

I think of it now as a translucent hole. Sometimes you can yell inside and hear a distant echo. Sometimes though, you can peer into the depths and see nothing at all. There is a big ole' cavern in there filled with happiness and shit. It knows about computers, how to keep from catching on fire, how to spend money, and what to do when you don't care about being physically fit.

There are two sections of that cavern that are undoubtedly void, they are marked with signs - say come in here, synapse's 1432 through 22,567 - make your self at home, grab a place on the membrane and have a seat. This side is waiting for God, and this one is waiting for you to tell me how to be complete.

Not to worry, I can occupy my time. I've been drinking whiskey, smoking, neglecting those who love me, mind you cause I don't understand, and being very patient with tunes of everyone else's rhymes.

I'm not sure I meant a word of that or if it even makes sense. Fuck it - too tired to rework it. I am me, words are words, and you are you. Even given the chance to mull it over, I won't likely decipher the actual truth.