My soul, broken.
Thought, stillbirth; "for the sound of crow".
Crow, on midden, it makes me look: Scree.
He contemplates. Not from outside but from within.
Words deepens the bond,
meat and fire in iron,
... Us mere touch sensations
This life... Feel it, breathe it: Geodesic
Restricted Relativity is leaving late for the meeting expected, General Relativity is you know it's not tightening enter, but the Universe.
.Prophet quote -.
Good times gonna come, left behind".
My room is a small medieval laboratory. Full of books, small equipments, a surfboard and a Crowley-Harris tarot for self-analysis symbolist-deductible.