Observatory lenses, shoe gaze
Odd number living in green
Red for left Green for right eye
Sepia
Tomorrow is pitch black
Something above concept of entire records of time
Could (i) be ripe enough to harvested by the absolute (Omega)
If i say being overwhelmed by piece of thought without practical good is blasphemy itself?
“Something like living in the botanic room within the new babel of modern age”
Captivated with abstract passion i believe to be eccentric and awed by hallucination from the piece of subjective lenses. Rationalizing the disoriented from within or the surrounding. May the absurd and madness ease away.
草D