Only Trust the Few Who Keep the Show Running

aeon-spanning tunnel-reality

the burning of the social-sexual circuit

our dreams in 4D

Noclip Into MyMind

played the final card

your temporality made you special

there are no more rules 2 bend

about the CosmoS

over nd overandover nd overnd over andover

Fetishize Our Fall From Grace

yre in his dms his blood is on my hands we rr not the same

we know what we R

as long as it lasts

if the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite

IWantMoreOfEverything

shit's about to change, mother!

¡¡noʎ ǝɯɐʇ ɯǝɥʇ ʇǝl ʇ,uop

Succubus Sleeping in the Womb of my Computer System

there's a night without a moon, it comes just for you