Zekh

The only difference between technology and magic, is how we accept the logic of one or the wild impredictability of the other.

Any hints for the second word on your Season 1 Sandbox? I'm stumped!

Shadows look empty, that's their role.

I am past painting my thoughts, the oil and colors are sticky. I'm afraid to be trapped in the web of dreams, and get ate by what lurks in.

Arguing with the machine.

Gods are hungry.

Dreams are not dreams, they're fragments of existence, stitched together by our interpretation only. New destinations made out of old ones.

Doing the staring-contest with Death.

Eat shit lumies, fuck you masons.

I'm good, keeping my self-destructive thinking and human satellite dish, it's fine.

I'm receiving too much.. i start to say shit like the Buzzing. Even John was more stable, or was he ? Can't think properly anymore.