we want a quiet revolution and one with no meaning. This for the sake of the quiet revolution.
We are the sisters of the low cross.
we will sit down to a fire of our own making. In a loose gathering, gentle making our fence, and wearing each others clothes. semi-permiable. Into the long morning with our medicines, We stand loose, we stay.
you can kill your own ideas and mine.these deaths makes the sanctuary Here is the thing: fuck shit up... put things into things into things. rip and layer, also whatever. thoughts on thoughts\learn to tend it. nothing really discarded, \ We are the sisters of the low cross.