scottish

save the world / burn it down

[this is the apocalypse. you're already dead.]

BABALON

our eyes and our loneliness; we wear them ragged with our constant rubbing - something toils in us when we sleep, lays our bricks in the collective dream, and though we bemoan the prison we're in, we have ourselves

set the bars in the concrete.

this is a tiresome and sluggish dream. it is worn at the seams. the light of the new dream is nearly enough to wake us all.

the many cries of babalon: we will sing down the old dream or die lying.


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