bloop bloop we gotta do something about your complacency

I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH HAPPINESS IF IT MEANS ALL I'LL WANT TO DO THEN IS SIT AROUND IN THE SUN WITH A DUMB SLOW SMILE ON MY FACE, SURRENDERED TO THE BORED SKY OF NOTHING BUT BLUE, NO CLOUDS NO THOUGHTS BUT OF LOVELY WHITE SQUARE CAKES AND INVISIBLE LIGHT, NOTHING IN MY DEAD HEAD BUT A SPREAD LANDSCAPE EARTH JAMMED ON THE GROUND OF A HO HUM HORIZON OF DEAD GRINS SKIPPING AROUND IN NOWHERE LAND CHUCKLING CRAZY AND WEIRD IN THE SUBTLEST AND CREEPIEST WAY, FAT AND CONTENT AND TWENTY YEARS OLD THE YOUNGEST AND SADDEST GRANDFATHER WITH NOTHING TO GIVE HIS CHILDREN'S CHILDREN BUT THAT WANKED OUT BLISS SMILE (IS GRANDPA CRAZY MOMMA? WHY DOESN'T HE TALK TO ME ALL HE DOES IS STARE WITH THAT CREEPY SMILE), GIVE ME A GOD DAMN POT HOLE SO I CAN FALL AND TELL YOU A SECRET OF HOW TO DO IT WITHOUT GRACE, I'LL TELL YOU SOME TWISTED TALE ABOUT ______.

uhhhhh....do I even know what I'm talking about, or how young and foolish am I? I really want those clouds the fuck outta here.