I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
Such Fragile Panes
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
Sailors and Monsters
We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
I'm not in the machine, near as I am to its lair...
Why should we be barred from the whimsy we believe by things far more fragile than the dreams that we weave...
We grow up awake, slowly falling asleep...
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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