you'll do bad things

damnatio memoriae

went looking for new paths or create new 1s and breathe fresh air

they explore me like a secret

i am god in th\ last nights of summer

You Weren't Supposed To See That

hands occupied w blessings cant hold no grudges

touch a dead wolf

ARE WE MOVING TOO FAST

u wuold benefit from being under my control w nofree will

your digital pawprint is a database of your dreams

YOU'VE BEEN PASSED THE VIRTUAL JOINT

you are CUTE. i am putting you in the MACHINE.

Angel of a Distant Star

my guts are 8bit

bruta;l death

my new headwound makes every color just a little more lovely & vibrant

i was born inside an airpod case 3 minutes ago your honor and i love abortion

carving out paths by force

nothing but evil