theres little sovereignty onto a goiled up fish even this holds something here in my own hands and its not for show its for everyone the secrets flow the debt is sticking to me like a drug a black water lilith sacred temple plutonian physics melting objects cataclysm orchestrated by no one but me we can talk to each other here like a neptunian chorus blacked out of my own moon i dont care if you can know me or not
I think that when sperm whales slow their heartbeat all the way down and point their noses to the bottom of the ocean, they enter a vast inner world where the horizon vanishes into a distant speck and solitary thoughts flow and crash like tectonic plates.
in my more profound, melancholy moments, I am a bug in a pond, contemplating the bubbles that pop on the surface. we are the same.
The deeper into my own art and true essence i get, the stickier the grief moves. Godddddddd RELEASEEEEE MEEEEEE. Choosing myself will pay off soon. I just have to swim through a lot of bullshit.
