Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 1
Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 2
Sensory Inhibitive Chamber 3
The senses are shut down, and then the water falls. Pouring from the sky, and we run from it, hide from it, and shelter ourselves from it in houses, under awnings, under umbrellas, in coats, in hats, and in cars. In, in, in, in, under, under, under, under.
I say uncover. Open your windows. Feel the power that is earth, making water fall from the fucking sky. Breathe air that is intermingled with water, in a way that can only happen when it rains.
Bring towels.
Fuckin’ Hippy.
my god but you ARE a hippie…why dont you go hug a tree or something