Thought Mess Lobster was once but a myth.

 

There were murmurs and rumors of its existence but actual sightings of the involuntary babbling of ideas purged from the very depths of this particular grey matter were rare. 

 

That myth became a reality when at long last, rather than vomit this catharsis into a corner and let it stink and stew with the world being none the wiser, this clever lobster had an idea that perhaps it would be best to instead release these emissions from their thought factory and maybe contribute another degree to global warming of the heart or at the very least melt a few lingering ice turds out there.

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Now I don't know if this weird enigma of jumbled letters, visual oddities and gum flap recordings will do anything for anybody else but I do know that it does something for me and so I lumber on. Which is why I would encourage anybody attempting to survive the insanity of life to explore a means of their own creative volition to iron out the brain wrinkles a bit and find a few extra nuggets of happiness from the murky waters of existence.

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I assure you weary traveler of the interwebs that doing so will make you feel vulnerable, insecure and most certainly sweaty as the crippling fear of judgement falls upon your heart and soul. However, I must also assure you that these feelings will wane the more you expose your weirdness to the world and in time you'll be able to accept yourself and appreciate how weird everybody else is too. 

 

So go on you bunch of weirdos! Unleash the impulses of your imagination and embrace your creative quirks to vanquish that son of a bitch insecurity and feel a little bit better about life in our infinitely absurd universe.

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