The mind sees what it chooses to see.
Half cracked maniac
makin' mess on the beat and path.
I'm sooner a kook, I'm sooner a kook in a rubber room.
My tolerance for humanity is at its lowest. My inability to understand the need for attention, lying, garrulousness, and mimicking leaves me interally boiling. Yet I've mastered brushing every waste of space off and am able to weave my way through bullshit quite well. I have self-discipline almost down to an art. I only wish others could have a taste of their own.
Alexander Casteels
