As the mind chaos strips you daily, you become a mystic, a sleepless monk. Rich with creativity, drawn to philosophy. Liberal is not just a word, its obligatory. You look out for those rhythms, that mind wave and seek a resonance, similar yet different. Imagination can drive you mad, yet the essence of creativity is lost on most people. It’s not just depression. Depression fuels...
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We gather in this moonshine
Heretics, dissonants of the order.
Chaos breeds within us,
Just the antithesis of creation.
We churn the wheels of balance
Filling it up with mirth and laughter.
We don’t need no laws,
We don’t need no rhythm.
Empathy is the word of discord,
Yet the hope within our anarchy.
We fight, we breed, we blow up,
Just to the basics...
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