Review: Abstracted Mind – Break Down Your Fears
It’s the thought that counts.
It’s the thought that counts.
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.