:: Mystic Mask 239 :: I am a pattern, a map, a code to reading, whispering words in the far back of the mind where everything is still loose and transparent. Read me with your soul. MM239 by Atza
:: Mystic Mask 235 :: At the end what’s left on a pile of human belongings? Fuzzy electrical vibe of presence and feel we had produced in what capacity? Are we creation masters or followers of “guidance masters” feeding of the vibe we created. Either way, we created. MM235 by Atza