then maybe i've come full circle.
that angel would have been beautiful as sand, as ice, as glass, as spam, as lego blocks
material things do not rule me, i rule them. I am the one with the life, inanimate things do not speak to me. Maybe thats where Im the skeptic, I refuse to accept what i see.
That is not a door, it is firewood. watch.
perception and focus.
im starting to wonder if i am the cause of 2012, i once had a lucid dream about it. Now i see its translation.
My dreams told me one thing, and i ended up carving it out of software.