away from the light of context the thin film that protects you from abstraction dissolves, in the deep dreaming you find yourself in there is no face that goes unchanged

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya One way or another, I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

ouugh

Eldritch beings often disregard the human need for sleep

Deltas and Dragons

your face does not matter anymore, your story, on the other hand

and in trying to remember you, they will warp who you truly are, no one knew you. Not the real you.

they say the first thing you forget is the voice

Urban exploring and the danger of reality collapse in buildings abandoned by the collective consciousness

Le Parti Communiste d´Underground

i saw the sign, and it opened up my eyes i saw the

Is it really you? Or is this another dream.

behind behind behind fake eyes that are so horribly familiar

one last adventure

chompers

Melody and silence

I have this reoccurring dream of hands pulling me through an impossibly small hole, my flesh ripping as the sharp points of my broken bones cuts from the inside and my muscles stretch trying to enter the tunnel, tendons snapping teeth shattering but my head always faces away from where I am going,

that pressure behind your eyes

Susie Camilla di Antonmaria Gherardini

goobers

Can you take me higher, to a place whith golden streets

that which chooses to be you

us and them us and them us and them over and over again

im on that good GOD and alcohol