tempo of chaos. two souls lost in an exquisite tango.
birds bring the morning — cooing for the god that isn’t there. we're just crazy about life. so many slants and jagged little edges. so many unicorns to scratch up against. why not? flitters are shamanic buddhas with glitter. blurred little lines of queer little fantasy, trolls and nymphs and mother gaia—get away from gloomy, you are too precious to be sad, get what you came for.