pterodactyls

brooklyn baby- lana del rey cover

My cue for words that never meant anything
Lied to and clutched inside your fist

Love you - a word could never mean anything
Dark blue, my tongue is tied with it

The right to a world that never meant anything 
I choose the sunken knife it twists

And I'll sing on the same lines

butterfly trail

Calm Radio March Mini Mix (3/2/23)

felt

IT WOULD BE SO FINE TO SEE YOUR FACE AT MY DOOR ...

which question?

no trajectory

now recording

recorded off an old broken computer I couldn’t export the file

writteninthestars

mariat

No Object of Mind

"Constantly mastering his mind, the man of yoga grows peaceful, attains supreme liberation, and vanishes into my bliss."

No Object of Mind

Entropic