where to begin!!!!?
thanks for welcoming us into a world of our own mysteries. as much as i want to write this small thank you note. i want to scream shpongle from the roof tops!
SHPONGLE I LOVE YOU SHPONGLE
“raychill” and myself prepared as we thought we were, changed. be it the fruit, the tree, or the seed. i watched rachel hold me as i died, and hold me as i was born. she was my mother, my lover, my savior, my queen. her noble heart saved me in weaker times.
shpongolese spoken here!? it is now! by no mere coincidence we held our first psy party on halloween here in waterville, maine. a year before, where were we? but at the foot of the roundhouse. being yelled at by some italian douche, cuz we were american. but he seemed pretty shpongled later. i wonder if he got kicked out of shpongleland.
as we arranged our house for a psychill evening of shpongle and flow toys. only then did we realize that this party was set at the anniversary of the only shpongle show ive ever seen. gears shifting and dropping into place, like a inner workings of a combination lock.
past women in my life, one particular, the one that changed me the most. she changed me to change the world. now she cant get back into shpongleland.
how do i reach out to her? to all women?
on the 2nd listen, my tears shed, and eyes plunged, watching rachel as she paints her ineffable(yeah i had to look it up) mysteries.