I have urges. Urges to create. Not exactly sure where tomorrow will take me, but I will create my reality until then. Time flies, it flies and I don't have time for lies. Honesty is key when you produce art. If the art isn't pure, how can it be pure creation.

I mostly say things which I do not comprehend. Anchored in my psychology, just like commands in the system. Reality is not what it was for me a couple months ago, and I am willing to share my creations with the people of tomorrow, cause let's be honest, who will read this shit while I'm alive. Art is eternal and therefore I do not cry.

Basically, a piece of art in itself. I'm starting to write my biography...