I believe it to be the frequency created by the conglomeration of specific thots oscillating vibrations caused by electrostatics in the brain
the molecular structure resonating in a chorus of auditory reverberations the beauty of the tunes harmonics are effected by the clarity of thot

from the noisy static of anxiety & confusion to the flowing orchestration of the epiphany the lone heartbeat, stripped to the rawest of biorhythms
compounded by stress & agitation to the point where every object of visual stimuli contains it’s own tribe of invigorated percussionists
each pounding his own self righteous rhythm into my head I try to sort them out, to transmit them to those around me
I seek out others with a similar sensitivity to their being aliens in our own world our minds soaked receptive to anything that exposes the existence of a soul experimenting in the realm of truth.