My own brain is to me the most unaccountable
of machinery - always buzzing, humming,
soaring roaring diving,
and then buried in mud. And why?
What's this passion for?
-Virginia Woolf
i'm no human being. an alien amongst alien. a ghost haunting my own soul. trying to find an equal who is unbalanced as myself.
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