Connections aren’t clear as Babylon glitches. We’re here then we aren’t. It puts me off. So I limbo and toe the ground. Put my cheek on it, feel the heat.
It’s the earth. And she’ll make it up to me.
∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
∆ Neural Alchemist | Self-mythologist ∆
Connections aren’t clear as Babylon glitches. We’re here then we aren’t. It puts me off. So I limbo and toe the ground. Put my cheek on it, feel the heat.
It’s the earth. And she’ll make it up to me.
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