dissociationbad habits in the racksmental wormhole in the woods, though ecstaticI can feel timeeggs dyingHair going grayless collagenlooser gripdeterminismloosen the grip to apathy, anarchismbirth rates droppingbut they are thereand there they arethose who inherit the earth / what’s left of itnew world orderit has all already been writtenso we are mimes headed to the mineswhat […]