Kiss the bladed cat

Find ways to stretch time

I am as a dimly lit sphere

Cracked, molting, in a constant state of repair

Abandoned by my own ghost in glossy, mossy cathedrals

It's just me and my hands

All you can do, you do

You do you, now

You have to

Grasping at sprinkles

Stealing joy from carpet fibers

Sucking sappy lovey lust dust from inflamed follicles

The trichomes of the heart

It's just me and my hands

Stability

Organic Intelligence released an update

Chemical

Spiritual

Gravitational

I can't branch out

I can't tell anyone anything

I can't tell anyone anything

It's just me and my hands here now