Super Profundo On The Early Eve Of Your Day

Chaos is beauty, and music is chaos. Math is the most vulgar way to describe the universe. Kierkegaard's last words were, "Sweep me up." Dreams are life. Music is life. Art is life. Live to Create. Confront the familiar. Society is a fraud. So complete and banal that it demands to be destroyed beyond the power of memory to recall it's existence. If the world that we are forced to accept is false and nothing is true, then everything is possible. Did i mention i am an idiot?