heres the vivid but gentle palace
full of beautiful clutter i live in.
too bad that very often i end up
accidentally locking myself out

this is like a stimboard kinda thing i made, about the tings that suit all 5 sense organs

all of these things would make amazing chewing toys

good texture is important for the peace and joy of the mind. let smooth-glassy surface singularity take over you, intensify the sparkly reflections and shiny microplasctics, and just wait in solitude piece until all textures glitch out, melt and flood your cerebral cortex.
as the world turns into a demilitarized zone all the magical externial projections turn inwards and morph into their own collective awesome and barely volumentric self.

the economy has collapsed. now its all just bright and bubbling serenity everywhere you look. couldnt be happier.

its all about shapes and colors
and the lickable surfaces

adjusting the
frequency

woo what a great page now, that
all my sensory needs are met i
can focus on being a productive
member of society

care for some
marbles in these
challenging
times?

i licked the electric jelly pudding
(on purpouse) and now i have
irreversible braindamage!

i live inside of dream
made out of bubbles
and echos, no
malicious noises can
get through my jelly
shield!