Month: September 2016

Toxic thoughts in trees of paper a little bit they touch the tired eyes of pencil

Purple rain, full moon, summer solstice. Exhalation. Black. Long pause. New Moon. Inhalation. Full moon 4 days ago. The beginning is coming …

A bittersweet trip, like everything in our short life. We continue with our injured ideals. Words can not say everything.

Atopia starts two-dimensional. Becoming pragmatic to create. A black quantum comedy, 1 .

via Maxilari (Pillow) — atopia collective