This is growing for some reason. Thanks people.
Oh to die in a forest
Not hooked up to machines
When the body starts withering
a fox rips a piece of flesh off
wolves and bears take the muscles off the bones
as crows wait patiently for their turn
What is left is cleaned by insects
carrion flies, burrying beetles
even the plants feed
soil never differentiates
what you were doesn't matter
What you did doesn't matter
Now you are matter, you are one with it all, you are nutrition
And new life bursts from this
What am I doing?
I suddenly value life?
After all this denial and apprehension?
How much experience and joy did I waste trying to escape it?
I could've done so much more
if only...
Now hell is eternal
And I realize that I was the one choosing me
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This isn't really all that bossa
Or nova really, for that matter.
I must eggsplore this genre more if I want it to be good.
I am too boringly white for this lmao.
Ethnic music is really cool. I wanna appropriate some more.
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This feels a bit reggae ish too bomboclat
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worms be like oh hell yesss gourmet shit
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Republished
bruh
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Republished
noise is a little more bearable and varied
