that resin left.
Kismet for the dying culture in the unquenchable age of thirst and famine for knowledge.
Kismet for the dying culture in the unquenchable age of thirst and famine for knowledge.
out of Context;
‘this has been a learning experience for me, and I hope you stick with me through my phases of writing…’
…see the black and the white as separate, but they are both one and the same in this grey area. the aliens are we, my friends, within our mind’s eye lies the cosmic landscape. either we can blind ourselves to the magical or not, but even that is only a partial truth…
A better man could not have been found, but he has been haunting my dreams of late. Could he be that perfect person taking the apocalyptic role destined to proceed us to the end game? Is he really the fiend I might be implying? Only time will tell, and with the year 2012 fast approaching, it might just materialize as fact. Not a racist bone in me, I swear, but this change shit is a little too trippy for me. As most of our modern ancestors have been waiting for this step into innovation for ages. This civilization is coming to a frothy head, my darlings, and so on that note, this is only part of the beginning. As for the whole antichrist bit, what I am trying to get at is that Hey Seuss’ appearance on this plane …