These tracks stack like layers of weird, wobbly amniotic fluid; warm, sloshy, and a little disorienting. A sonic womb but make it absurd. My cozy tub where I can retreat, recharge, and reconnect. A little reminder that, no matter how complex or chaotic life becomes, there’s always my tub, keeping me warm.
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Slime comes sticky and green, heady ambient custard. Tracks linger like ectoplasm, put it on when you’re nodding off once a month on a Monday Morning, and see what you dream up.
Slime comes sticky and green, heady ambient custard. Tracks linger like ectoplasm, put it on when you’re nodding off once a month on a Monday Morning, and see what you dream up.