Atlas Mountain Cedars gush
over me: —Up Boogaloo!
I leap free this spring.
On fire. How my hair curls.
I’ll destroy the World.
That’s all. Big ruin all around. With a wiggle.
— mark z danielewski, only revolutions
this beautiful world is bone and ash and flower, a thousand whales singing beautiful songs like operas in the deep. you breathe deep, and despair for joys untasted and deep magicks cuz not yet cast. oh, but if you knew. but if you knew.