Mind so wrapped up, so warped up on fashion, artistic schemes and distorted visions. Flawless, fashion, all of these formations created all of the things followed. We get lost in it, we lose our minds in the maze, lose the grip on our selves. What does all of the above mean, all the material, all of the definitions when its only us who have created it and defined it all?
Nothing, but madness, and a gluttonous of madness consumes us.