I want more madness..
always more...
Exuberant madness

The all that could have been would echo off through the what would i become

i'm riding the strangest train in a cosmic ambiguity. i step over paragraphs and swallow commas. i feed on ambivalence to destroy the plot. i am based on misplaced shapes and fundamentaly and physicaly out of tune. this endless need to chew the linear. i love the discreet exuberance that fills the little gaps, in between the moments that reminds you of an uncanny pseudo unfathomable purpose.. it's all there right where it belongs.
always..

i want more madness...
exuberant madness
and i won't sleep just yet