The tingling warmth of an eerie chimera inscribes itself in a wormhole that has opened up in the sky. Stretch out your legs, lie across the back of the couch, and think about something that makes you rage. Now, harness that energy into a fireball and let it erupt into molten lava that scorches your past. Everything flows. Don’t worry honey, this is the space-age.
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Visualize one of these things today: the color electric blue, a purple slab of charoite, music in the key of D, the sound of water running in the sink, and the incandescent soul of black hawthorn.