Keyboard, cranium, monitor & the Void.
"To the shadowy paths of Annwyn, and the wan
Eddies of Acheron, they are passing now,
The spirits of men."
--Artorius
"Nothing beats wandering down Caen Hill after a long day of interpretation planning."
squirrelfare & the squad car
taskweary dun sunrise
swooshing affirms fission
for another southern
horseless carriage cursed with
occult knowledge jolly
the semi i get stuck behind · stirs blended
mown grass & gas smell
To Prosopo tis Medousas (1967). ☆
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