Tantric titillations decorate the paths of self-discovery when doing a deep dive of your youth data dumps. Recalling each impression of self fondly romanticized in the teleplay adaptation of the original, targeted for the most narrow demographic, an audience of yourself.
The fragmentation is ultimately a disservice to both parties. For the reproduced it fails to create an honest experience for those that are a party to the misrepresentation.
My head splits open the central pressure won’t alleviate the depression in my brain.
I can’t find any of the roots or mainstays.
Not here, there or there.
Written, produced and performed by Benjamin Dickerson.