"There’s always soma to calm your anger, to reconcile you to your enemies, to make you patient and long-suffering. In the past you could only accomplish these things by making a great effort and after years of hard moral training. Now, you swallow two or three half-gramme tablets, and there you are. Anybody can be virtuous now. You can carry at least half your morality about in a bottle. Christianity without tears-that’s what soma is."
Outstretched in the delirium of dreamscapes, she watches from the recluse. He’s face down once again, in the split ground that seasons soak through. Escape the concubines, drag the truth, and shuffle your thoughts. Shake the strain, he’s been here before, but she’s the silhouette caught through the night’s gaze. She’s constant, unwavering, and he can’t look away.
Outstretched in the delirium of dreamscapes, she has his heart and he finds himself.
the shadow baby cometh
LETS GET WEIRD! LETS GET WEIRD! LETS GET WEIRD!!!
…I’m looking for a very specific kind of weird.