Writin’, she says. It fives yself something to do when y’r all alone by yourselfs and getting way-ass stoned.
So stoned yez got the death fear coursing through your brain in crackling Tronwave obstacle courses.
So sez Tipsy Zerphichore, the Space Cyber Pilot.
Thrill to her electric purple techno adventures, every Friday this fall on SpaceTube!
That’s the pitch and it’s terrible and garish and loud and Extreme and that is probably the road i’d rather go on with oarallax omfghow m
how much time DO i wanna giv to parallax anyway rn
parallax gets me nick cuddles and parallax gets me cum snuggles but parallax is Not Drowning City Damnit
oh hello Eyes strobing at the edge of my vision, dark voids of personal symbolism from Rita thou art the High Priestess between paired negative portals, blinking black and white strobing bells of resonance, sing O sing of another take on the Tarot omfg no that’s TOO damn far from my personal visions even if it WOULD have the broader net of Tarot Enthusiasts – no the Dawn was more than enough, she’s my slow burning bit of fan art to draw in people to My Vision (though i could use that ych as the Lust in a deck somewhere down the line? that could be a fun slow-burning back-doodle project? The Slutty Porn Tarot of Pushy Garnet, ha ha ha nnnooooo)