Then you'd better not listen to Extratone:
this reminds me when i was reeaaally stoned in civilian service once at band room and one guy playing this kind of music(that he made) from really good speakers, it was equally fast, except 100 times more random and twisted, but still had some melodies(or then i was just too stoned to hear a melody in it ).
never heard anything that fast and insane and went bit like
"Where wisdom reigns, there is no conflict between thinking and feeling."
— C.G. Jung
I usually sort of say thanks to whatever I eat either before, during, or after I eat it. Like, 'Thanks, chicken, for giving me protein and energy by possibly dying a terrible death and living a terrible life at a slaughterhouse...I hope things get better in another life, or something good happened in your own life' or 'I'm thankful that there are farmers getting these fruits, so I don't have to, so I appreciate that' sort of thing. All my friends laugh at me for it, but people really don't think about where their food comes from, and what sort of energy it takes to get food from a living thing half a world away sometimes to your dinner plate. If the world went into chaos tomorrow, people might think about it. Gaining any sort of energy is a sacrifice of energy.
I'm extremely serious and can't laugh at myself much.
I'm so used to wearing those sandal crocs shoes, whatever they're called, that I'm still wearing them with socks on even if it's 10 degrees outside and there's snow. I just walk on the snow and try not to let it go through the holes in the sandals. There was a health-related reason why I started wearing them and I just never bothered to get a different pair of winter shoes yet.
(However, when I took the walk where I took this photo for my current avatar, I was wearing my work shoes, not the crocs.)