Holy Mount Blood Clot Voclano

[bufonid]

don't care if it is hiram or halal
don't matter what is and is not ital
in this wicked den of productivity
the technological animal lives off blasphemy

also:

weird that in my previous entry i wrote "live" when i meant "work".

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Sedna washed up in the sun

[anonymous]

The swelling void is nothing to the sweating vessel.

eventually we both roll up nude on the shores for all saints hour

there is no judgment, only a bitter-sweet sense of what could have been

The mind wants tears to lubricate it, The earth wants inspiration to compell it

the heart wants to be elated in reason and the passion validated in the practical.