Read My Mind
Oh. You found this. How unfortunate.
I make accessories for altered states.
...often while in one 🤫
Sometimes the states write back.
The messages get annoyingly heavy if I keep them too long.
They have to go somewhere before they start leaking through the walls.
Sometimes it’s dreams.
Sometimes it’s whispers from the plants.
Or altars to dead ancestors.
Or just incoherent, post-psychedelic ramblings that seemed important at the time.
They never are.
Once, when I was a college student, I lived in the back house of a retired Berkeley-Harvard professor in the Berkeley Hills.
She made me pack a suitcase full of BDSM costumes and a printed Sub/Domme instruction manual from the lover I helped her catfish in New York.
She was 76 years old.
Occasionally something sincere slips in by accident.
I hate when that happens.
You don’t need to know more. But you might want to 🤷🏻♀️
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Disclaimer: There’s no brainwashing in these pages. If you buy something, you did so of your own free will.
(Legally speaking, there are no spells, hexes, or subliminal messages embedded in the links above or any other pages on this website. 🧠 🧼)
