Feel the vectors into orbit, melting into fiscal porn Each waking moment exists to mourn the pensive rigor mortis And I hate myself so much every single morning It’s like clockwork, lonesome, staring in the mirror See a monster, bones drugged, mainly see the errors Home drunk, sloppy, with a motor function failure Open palmContinue reading “The Shodokans’ Apprentice: A Tale of Vectors and Vices”