caught between Dark sensations and humor vibes, smoking the shit out of your brain. You Stand on a ladder and you can fall anytime soon. But you don't think you're going to fall anyways because beneath you is the Garden of Eden and Above you is the Hell of Demons.
" Oh you got a nice Imagination "
" Who said it was pure imagination,it's fucking shit that everyone thinks it's possible"
But is it truly impossible? Or is it just the way it is?
Let's make our Ritual.
Read,write,walk away from typical creatures, Be A nebula. Find Your Xibalba.