Sit still, and relax, in our plastic bubble wraps. This space is isolated it’s holding us wasted, we carve a new surface to gather fresh air, it’s still muffled – we’ll make another. Protected in spaces we’re not so psychical, but we still allow for new vehicles.

Frustration and integrity.

This body’s a vessel. It’s a canvas. It’s a frequency. It’s a light.

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