Sticky floors, sticky hands
What you drinking? Whats your number?
Words on canvas: Simone DeBouvoir
They knew of the hand that held the world
And the string which grows longer and shorter, into the cradle and back again.
They knew the world now hung on a long string and this string was not designed to hold the world suspended for long.
The hand that feeds us delicately drips the same poison into our longing void, which soon shall be the cessation or the salvation of us all.
Words on canvas: Aldous Huxley
We're bringing about the time of no time. When all will be softness on the skin and sweetness in the mouth. Forgetting is the root of it.
Words on canvas: Hari Kuzru