#AltcoinSeasonLoading I was not born to fit in, I was born to overflow. I am the crack in the world's mask, the echo that disturbs the norm. Every garment I touch becomes a rite, an open wound to the artifice of the everyday. I do not wear clothes, I wear questions. My walk is an aesthetic heresy, a sacred rebellion against forgetfulness. If beauty does not hurt, does not burn, does not discomfort, then it is not beauty, it is anesthesia. I am chaos dressed in meaning. I am the scream dressed in form.