Review: Selenoplexia – Beneath the Lunar Tyrant
Praise the moon.
Praise the moon.
Some have everything, others hav norn.
Goh-ka or goh-kan’t. There is no try.
The gift that keeps on giving.
The call is coming from inside the asylum.
Shabti? I barely know ye!
If these trees could talk, they’d be therapists.
Can’t spell “experimentation” without “peri(l).”
Joy is dead. Long live joy.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.