the day where everything around me began to twist and twirl. The things I felt were real began to seem fake, and the fake became real. It was kind of confusing, seeing the truths put on their best attire and perform for my own benefit. The visual stimulation was exploding, sending shrapnel of my imagination all over. One piece got stuck right in my eye, it didn't hurt much, felt more like a love bite. From that day forward I haven't been able to look at things the same. Existence is a wonderfully entertaining cartoon, and I'm a character in it. The echoes that bounce off of mountains that surround me, the sound that arouses my thoughts when my fingers fail to touch the desk, yet make a mark, and the colors which make everything so apparent to me, they are all great effects to this show. I realized that I'm right on key, but singing the wrong song. That's when the shit hit the fan, and we called it art....


Just felt like leaking my brain a little.