Whilst reminiscing on the true meaning of home, we'll conduct a much overdue tarot reading in honor of lady moon's butterfly garden...could you tell how I sang heliotrope petals into your potion?
ingredients: full moon chalice, drizzling duality, sliced pears and honey mustard, the ace of pentacles on channel 9, deja vu my boo, Queequeg's amaranthine memoir is sixteen pages long (woof woof), if you ever need a bite.
Stay until the tail end of our improvised incantations for tracks by CV Vision, Calypso Mama, Phosphorescent and a curious auditory visitation from a familiar filmic gem revealing a prodigious wisdom from decades ago.
Welcome to your Thursday morning mixtape <3
