I sweat the sweet nectar of life from my pores, the oils of ecstasy do pour tear ducts of salty seas hot with Poseidonion fury and...

space-time reality has shifted anew this paradigm mystery void of ticking toks and alarming clocks sounds only go off when the church...

consciousness is staring directly at you its eternal eyes are everywhere like on the leaves of sycamore trees that dance to the tune of...