It's feels like what I am.

Hums, and trills, or spills!
Waves, in perfect frequencies,
Fed into me.
And, down, deeply.
It grows to show,
I am a part of these,
Vibrations, and lives. The trees.
Seas; "the gathering green"!
Hands clasped, against or for.
Its all the same; giving.
Touch.
This is how I know I will be, and not be specifically one or two, but always everything.

FEATURING Exiles from Larks's Tongues in Aspic.

Dude, fuck twitter.

Converge's new album seod suck. Their last two albums were close to amazing... Well, You Fail Me certainly was, in my opinion. Read Noam Chomsky. Make love. Get high. Fall dead. Or, whatever they say in The Great Deciever.