"Transmitting from a higher plane of thought, slightly corrupted."
No need to know who I am, I like to write, maybe with a little bit of nonsense, unhinged chaos, (and maybe a little too dramatic)... but really,its just for my poor brain that rots away if I dont keep it fresh.
Here, logic and chaos intertwine in a cosmic dance of unpredictability. Pigeons are voting, and the world doesn't know what's coming. Step into the unknown.