My internal conflicts need to be expressed not in words but through the power cosmic - bolts of pure space funk and blues blasting from my fingertips. Then love me or hate me, you'd at least see.
Prepared myself a huge Turrkey Ham sandwich. No more alien-like sound in my tummy today. Sounds good enough. Or i’ll just the next season of “The Species”- asian style. 👽 (Taken with instagram)