Is this the apocalypse dawn?
Have I gone mad?
Have I been...corrupted by too many episodes of mad men doing mad things for the sake of that one damsel in "distress" who may or may not even be watching?
Despise the shakespear that wrote love songs to his dead friend's bony head
But embrace with RAPTURE the shakespear that wrote love songs to tyrants and faeries.
Are the angels going to descend?
Or Have I been lucky enough to be a white boy schooled, just barely enough, in jazz to know that thy great apocalypse is sounded with trills and scat, not pomp and circumstance?
Is this all the product of libation or salvation?
See what I did there?
We sacrifice emotion and tiny jumping bits of our hearts for art...
....just when it starts getting good...