Writing the unprintable

I have started my midnight writing stints again. Its been a long while since ive woken up with inspiration on my mind. My writings don't hold back, and im afraid they are un-postable due to their intensity, even the thoughts of people ive never met reading them fills me with dread. Exactly what im gaining from writing such pieces remains to be seen. I must be benefitting somehow and I have done so in the past. What extreme thoughts or scenes will visit me tonight ? Go on, you can blame that up and coming green moon if it makes more sense to you, but im really the only one to blame here.