It was like someone had stuff a chee chee up my choo choo, if you know what I mean. Its a strange and painful condition to feel inarticulate and stupid, rather liberating if you ask me. The kind of liberation that calls for nakedness and general oding on rain/sunshine/crystal meth. Its a battle cry! the violent variety. No Anna for me thank you. I’d rather just stab the waiter and laugh as blood sputters through his shiny white teeth. Who the fuck told you to serve me that disgusting dish you Hoar! In his eyes a look of horror gently fading into acceptance and eventually freezing on death. Hmm..an entire human life cycle repeated in 1 millionth the time! This is a valid social experiment. Mental note - *must conduct*
The lesson we have all learnt through this is that madness cannot be contrived under any circumstances. After facing and seeing enough. It is a the final state of mind, where the mind ceases to be. It is now a medium.
Does all of music have the same source? Is this question even valid
I want to know. In a way it is true, Time is the source