dear youth,
i can already regress era's of you.
honest; i take a listen to the first,
great, actually obscure album of
my psychonaut career and i;
mindthump with awesome
rejuvenation.
i feel now exactly as how i felt then,
discovering the sound,
discovering the TANTRIC colour-wheel.
severance.
but now i have then to look back on, too.
i want the spirit world back
so badly
i literally get wet in desire of it.
i want to fly int he cosmic air
and read the minds of humans
and lend them dimension.
look at the stars on the palms of your hands
now look up
and see
the blinking stars.
end thought.
behind the windsheild i sit in the passengers seat and navigate.
click here to speak to me.
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