Thoughts in the Grocery Store

Madness. Nothing but the yellow and red, dark aura of carnage and chaos filling and surrounding me like a pack of hungry, wild dogs that have cornered and torn to shreds, a defenseless chipmunk. The burden and weight of it all makes me delirious and dizzy. People and things seem foreign and when I do recognize something there's never a positive memory attached. My gut acts like it wants sex and my head can't make up its mind on whether I want to eat or not. The world is like The Gravatron and I'm both pressed into a wall by gravity and trying to move freely in Newton's logical world and spinning violently out of control to find 10 seconds of solace at a time. My stomach hurts and my head aches like I'm drunk and I haven't touched a drop. I almost wish I could get positively wasted just to have something familiar to relate this to but here I sit; enclosed; enraptured by Satan. Madness.