hmmm

south american boot camp?

maybe don't tell her we're going to come over and melt her face off but yeah, dead on that.
time to collect the subconscious into bags filled symbolic eyesores, splatter the walls colours we haven't ever seen before.


butterflies flying free from the paintbrushes.


address?


ordeR? perhaps not. I wish I had the super 8mm camera on me.
it's at a friends, their door is locked. i'm stuck outside.
balls.






we'll record it all day for day and night in our heads, then plug our minds into projectors and play it all back onto a black wall and it will create some sort of wormhole for lydia to jump through, transporting her to BerYo - a super-mythical-city, combining all of your favourite 200mph segments of Berlin and Tokyo!


see ya later!


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