Sleep becomes “Hypnos” becomes meandering through a warp of clouds in the seas. Become one with all the Earth. Step back and swim into soaring here-and-there, Covered in Blue Colors. Here with him and her, heightened to havens extending existence and essence. To psyche at ease. To pleasing to tease to excerpt. If sounds could run as colors do, it’d just be jest, yes? And merging minds with minds and other minds; it’s the principle of matter. Yes. The matter. Consume absorption expanding internally outward from science and that sort of shit. And jDean got that mad love. Also, it’s November already. C40 going to reel out that mental melt. Watery Starve providing more than just love. They providing that Sparkling Wide Pressure, mmmm.