It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
Give it to me straight
I can only give it to you gay, bb 🫦