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.
$15.00pale incandescence, her brain is flowers & chaos. a happy-sad madness like jazz— "run your fingers through my mind. explore me, neck up." beauty is forever if you know how to look. and she knows how to look. where to look. her raw honey is a displaced aphrodisiac amidst a sea of refined synthetics. she is never land. a thin little crepe, like paris in spring.
$25.00I had a dream last night that I rode in the tiniest little helicopter over the most beautiful beach I've ever seen, emerald-green waters, unicorns & a real-life mermaid... merman... "do whatever your heart desires and never, ever take the opinions of a two-legger seriously when it comes to following your dreams"...
$15.00thumping house music. dirty ass factory somewhere in detroit. everybody’s bumping and sweaty and swimming in the soup— magical mushrooms are a telescope, a microscope, our shot to connect with beyond—didn’t smoke weed until i was 27. since then, i've made up for lost time. 35 now and mostly sober. these are the notes from my hedonic voyaging. prince's coffin is a collaboration with the incomparable, over-the-top multi-modal artist arthurseverio.com
$35.00horizontal pains yield yellow human boats
$42.00your pelon superimposed on a parchment
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