If I wasn't weird I'd be sane, which mean I wouldn't be crazy which means I wouldn't be feign, and therefore not really exist but unless if saneness be the measure of a man, it is but the validity that I an conscious that awakens my desire for irrevocable existence and responsibility of such. In so doing, I validate not only myself, but the world around me, and thus it is with great diction that I implore one's self to call out and acknowledge that which is, which was, and which has yet to come. Weird...
I have not heard of the Italio brothers, no.