Everything I read by you I feel like everyone is dead already and the world has already ended, the transition from Jefferson Airplane to Starship. Linear to Cyclical, bardo thodol to purgatory, the snowglobe to psychopomp, not yet, not yet, words alone keep us here...
Everything I read by you I feel like everyone is dead already and the world has already ended, the transition from Jefferson Airplane to Starship. Linear to Cyclical, bardo thodol to purgatory, the snowglobe to psychopomp, not yet, not yet, words alone keep us here...
it's too much, too much crystaline. the mud is what there is, peasant, survival, you are too pure, everything is crcked