Insane, crazy, looney, got a few bolts loose, mental, coo-coo, absolutely mad. My poetry is insane. I'm not. It writes itself. And this time it's wrote itself mad. You may not understand every aspect, but I sure as hell do. Poetry and crazy fits together like a neat little math equation. Just better, it's great really... You'll love reading my mental words. As they twist in your head. Might as well start now... Before the voices start up again.

The title, I feel explains it. Poetry that will hopefully worm around to your heart and touch your soul.

Sometimes my mind likes to go off on tangents, and sometimes I write these tangents down. This, I guess, is the outcome.