it’s like

i’m just like i close my eyes on the freeway and it’s a different place

im sick

in that moment

i can almost die for that place

if i crash its ok

it’s so beautiful, i sh .

Despite these infrequent vignettes of authority, the City kept its taste. Like arriving at Utopia on an unusually sparse day.


I was there on an aimless, pensive Errand. Saudade. My friends wished me well as I left the station. one of them, she encouraged me to [¿72q65q6Dq65q6Dq62q65q72?](\(\perp \))



this dream and its Whispers of atrophy

like lungs splayed out on the floor
putrid foam rosacea

1mil Fukkin’ bag style

The flowery wisps of Vanavara
The coming tide blossoms
Come hither
As the crust quakes in fiery baths of obsidian recrement

Scoria cakes landfills
Domes of gallium fasciacated with silk
Melt upon crowds of innocent
Fumes squander the senses

Dnd baby

Oh mighty, Settra...