King the squirrel, riding high on the fat of the land.
You can find it anywhere under the right conditions.
I dream of a hard and brutal mysticism in which the naked self merges with a non-human world and yet somehow survives still intact, individual, separate. Paradox and bedrock.
King the squirrel, riding high on the fat of the land.
You can find it anywhere under the right conditions.
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