Really?

Blast out your brains.
Thumping and pumping, ripping and searing
the simplicity of a thought, and the difficulty of explaining it.
And the difference of pleasure and discomfort.
It doesn't work unless it's blasting out your brains.
Subtlety is just lost if it's heard with ignorant ears
so it needs to blast out your brains, break through that mould
where should you look for inspiration? Rainbows? Romance?
Or the little pain, because after all, good always comes out of bad.
After all, happiness is overrated.
After all, happiness is boring.
After all, meaning is dumb.
It is the variation that keeps us on, not the chugging constant
and the slap in the face, not the peaceful hand.
Boredom id boring, and unenthusiastic.
Shivering, unchanging.
Commas are annoying and repetitive and should die.
So should and.
And fullstops, after a while, loose meaning and become a waste of space.
Shut up, you talk too much.