A heliocentric existence, a splattering of matter from the beginning. It's time to count your secondary fingers. Roll up and down on the cosmic splinters.
With the smile of an endocronic being, the change you seek has lost all its meaning. Fry up the haloumi you've been craving before you eat it. Fill up your pathways with the tread of cosmic splinters.
Kaleidoscopic infinity, sun drenched from the squinty. A cleaner inner is a piece we're all missin'. Seek out and find your opn cosmic splinters.