eating mold, but instead of hitting the woods, we’re doing them at my friends house. We’re taking out all the light bulbs in certain rooms and buying color lights and replacing them. Each room will be a different color. A different world. Gonna bring music and shit. hopefully have something playing in every room including outside.
We’re also going to watch Dark Side of the Rainbow after the sun goes down, gonna swim in her pool while the light changes, and stare at the stars and have a warm fire as we come down.
I’m gonna try and film myself talking to the camera and getting out my thoughts so I can write music to everything. This is going to be inspiration for this new EP that I’m doing.
Was thinking of calling it PsyLobin.
The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone.
Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain.
By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude.
Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies- and all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable.