She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches,...– Neil Gaiman (via curiousblaque)
The trip was intended to be short. Gathering a...
The trip was intended to be short. Gathering a few key organs and the sort. But the Machines you see; their music excited me. And that’s when I decided that Earth was meant to be.
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun.
Where I come from everyone’s living like everything has been done before. There’s not art. There’s no war. plateau, even, flat ennui, empty With our big brains, technologies, functionalities, We are Content? More like Complacent. Forgot how to think, to live, to listen, to breathe It’s all built up inside of me, making me not afraid of anything Afraid of...