Let's Step into a new age of fairytale...
The media spectacle has become the god of the new age, thanks to capitalism. All was prophesied long ago, when we entered into the New Aeon of Horus—the Egyptian god of child-worship.
Miki had assumed the kids were all originally from Nordpolen.
Until Ben revealed something startling to her.
The world is blinding, vast, and so overwhelming, and yet I loved all that this place had to offer, even if all at once I was so lonely. No one joined me here in that wonderful place, with so much opp...
Mascar retira-se do quadro, permitindo que Urântia possa submergir à Quarta dimensão. Upgrade!
Source: João Mognon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NmoMe2_53I
Hecate's Kids
A Mystical Parable based on Marcel Proust's essays, "I am eighty, you are twenty"
Get ready for a surreal journey through the lives, worlds, and aesthetics of unforgettable characters!
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A spate of words infect my wide awake mind, every thought that I have I feel I must scribe into poems that may or may not rhyme some of the time . Ingrained In my brain these ever flowing words beg t...
The media spectacle has become the god of the new age, thanks to capitalism. All was prophesied long ago, when we entered into the New Aeon of Horus—the Egyptian god of child-worship.
Miki had assumed the kids were all originally from Nordpolen.
Until Ben revealed something startling to her.
The world is blinding, vast, and so overwhelming, and yet I loved all that this place had to offer, even if all at once I was so lonely. No one joined me here in that wonderful place, with so much opp...
Mascar retira-se do quadro, permitindo que Urântia possa submergir à Quarta dimensão. Upgrade!
Source: João Mognon https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NmoMe2_53I
Hecate's Kids
A Mystical Parable based on Marcel Proust's essays, "I am eighty, you are twenty"
Get ready for a surreal journey through the lives, worlds, and aesthetics of unforgettable characters!
...
A spate of words infect my wide awake mind, every thought that I have I feel I must scribe into poems that may or may not rhyme some of the time . Ingrained In my brain these ever flowing words beg t...