Lyrics,

So far So far, so fake I don't wanna answer the phone, rather watch it rain Away, take me away Before I begin to enjoy the metallic taste (The world is twisted) I know you wanna distance yourself from me The head is only a dangerous dead weight I'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate In the end, you took it all away from me Skin, flawless and thin But your apologies are only selfish with vain intent (So, so, so, so) so what? Just like brain freeze, you'll fade Now there's a fire in the speakers and blood on the master tapes (The world is twisted) I know you wanna distance yourself from me The head is only a dangerous dead weight I'm cauterizing the veins you lacerate In the end, you took it all away from me I keep it hundred in case you twist your blade I…

Who actually invented the gods — the first mind that had the idea?What did they see?Why did people accept it?How did the archetypes “organize” themselves?

Here is the truth:

⭐ THE FIRST INVENTOR WASN’T A POET. IT WAS A CHILD-LIKE MIND.

Not a kid in age — a kid in consciousness.

A human with:

• no writing

To Herme's to Nike to Mnemo to back to Herme's. We find it is sometimes hard to know who our real friends are and will one day live as if we know not if but just we know.

Be brave Icarus.

There is notice in the letters.

There are friends somewhere.

Know.

✸ ✧༺☿༻✧Herme's POST OFFICE✧༺☿༻✧𐕣✸

Fan mail. Hate mail. Drunk mail. Ghost mail.

A letter to your first love. A warning to your future child. A confession to someone six feet under—or six lightyears away.

Write it here.

Send it out.

Maybe someone reads it. Maybe no one does.

But the act of sending it? That’s the spell.

This is for the ones you can’t reach but still speak to.Every message written in your hand carries your thread—your style. So don’t hold back.

Embellish. Bleed. Ramble. Be ridiculous. Be divine.

That’s how the gods know where to forward it.

That’s how it ends up where it’s meant to go.

Say God had to battle himself and herself in sense of finding way to become more perfect than just being perfect to become perfection at best to whence it was just perfect no matter what. It would be to be perfect in sense of perfect and not just doing to be but doing because the understanding is reached within himself/herself to form all his understandings and say paradox–to the full walk of wanting to know the detail of... yes, I am perfect but as perfect as an angel; and that is the parable.

Light as we have it, are also darkness.

Where we were once perfect in sense of whole beings;

We now are generationally birthed to the way we look instead of choosing how we want to look.

Our pieces would essentially be reimbursed to our highest archetype and/or to our belief of _Blank_. We would then be able to be created in the way we wanted or return ourselves to n-oun and await for perfect moment for being created then or other wise being an type abstract ion wouldn't be bad either as light and dark is beautiful and we often smile. Thus we would feel something in that which-so pleroma, mind of archetype or space of divinity. In a cloud, a painting, a wind, whatever you wanted to be, and where happiest without the distortion of say–pollution or feeling someone else held the paint brush unless you wanted someone to hold the…

Boobs. Algon me dijo una broma. Translation+ –"Imagine God was creating women and he was consulting himself like–" "I want the heart same place as the boys" "No, it can't go there!" "No– it has to, it's–" ....The jokes is always nice when its told and I looked up the idea and their hearts are smaller by a bit but it has to due with complexity I believe. Of course leading into another talk we had solved by collecting Life Blood, farming resources and the other materials like sonic coins or magic particles specific to your body so you can transform into a tree or something. Don't just drink the mana. Boobs.

Thanks Astabelle, {see you if you figure out I exist}