Being barely human and built like a horse from the waist down, I believe I hold the key to this baffling question. I have been in many disgusting high states and I'm a centaur for christ sakes... I like to eat rice cakes and listen to classical music, I'm told that passion is my specialty but really I'm old fassioned... fuck, I digressed off the topic there for a second, sorry I've got nothing.
"All I need's a flexed wrist, stupid djs would give their right arm to be ambidextrous. The path of radical thought is mathematical.
I substract distractions in addition to inhibitions."
-:Buck-65: Memory is a parallax (vertex).