sometimes I look at this thing and I can't even believe this is my life. I mean, me.. you.. US. We are humans. Just breathe and be. Just BE. BEING. we are BEINGS because we always BE. Fill your damp, dark, directionless skull with energy and produce beauty/horror unknown to all so distinct, our skin sisters and meat brothers will recklessly fight to (gaze upon || taste || inhale ) a single grain of your essence, even though it sprays from every head-orifice you were blessed with at birth; perhaps even some that manifested themselves out of necessity. Our cosmic atmos needed your ideas faster, faster, FASTER, until its akin to a civil right's era riot cop's hose but bodies are screaming to get as close as they can to its source.
But seriously, work on your mind, [over]feed it with strange and rare delicacies, that will change it in untold and unregrettable ways. Alter, combine and share these ingredients and fulfil your truly custom, uniquely [[[????]]] existence with new friends. Like I just did.........ok.......my friend(?)

Also, Anton, I only know you from this creation you blessed us all with but its nihilistic cosmic blanket swallows my all and helps put tiny human drama into its pathetic and true nature: irreverent, forgettable, temporary... almost everything the universe is NOT , so thank you. Im sure many others feel the same sentiment, though they are unlikely able to translate and deconstruct these complicated instinctual ripples of sensation into anything worthy of the reality, ancient existence and endless future of our night skies. (Though I would love to collaborate on a tribute to endless black that is 99.999999999999999999999E% of everywhere through visuals, sounds, or w/e)

damn bro, your theme sent me on a journey I did not expect.
Thank you