There is a measure of leisure in my insanity, which overcomes me in a moment of outrageous raging rage because of my immature stage and stages, wherein I lack the capacity to clearly see what it is I am becoming as my mind loses itself to the blood pulsating through the veins of my brain, across my head, as a loud and guttural yell–a wild, basic scream, really–emits from my mouth with wild abandon as insanity takes control of my mind, and I go completely and utterly, absolutely and wildly insane–a leisure, to be sure, as it cannot be afforded by those without the resources with which to lose their minds.