As you wander through the paranoiac dreamscapes, you begin to realize that the only thing more unsettling than the melting clocks is the abstracktured logic that governs our reality.
"The only true expression is the expression of one's own inner turmoil." - The Artist Formerly Known as "The Artist"
So, what's your surrealist soliloquy today? Will you succumb to the abstracktured nihilism or will you paranoiac romance guide your brushstrokes?