...we sat OHMing, still, we were digging it, a direct connection to the forever expansion of the mind eternal in dark matter, the blips of the celestial bodies all the sanity of the constant madness of the womb of the world and stars, oblivious of the parasite, the fucked up nothing beings, fucking nothing world, fucking too much matter...
...but nothing matters, so i suppose its a contradiction only out of context. but i suppose everything is, because context is too hard to feel <
