but maybe we're both the same

maybe human

we are against it with you

how we could have known

we are six people

A beautiful photograph. Think of it as a parallel universe. But maybe it’s the real one, and we’re in a dream. organometallics by Lovis Corinth vivid

am i glad hes in there and we're out here and hes the sherrif, and we're frozen out here and we're out here oh i just remembered, we're out here

we are the cancer and we won

i was sure that the train hadn't moved for too long. maybe we had crashed. when did we get back from outer space? there had been something on the news about it, but none of that made any sense, something about satellites or parachutes.

We know something doesn't serve us if, after we do it, we feel bored, empty, or like we're lacking something.

a film still from we're the millers ( 2 0 1 3 )

we know the game, and we're gonna play it

we've known each other for so long your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it ( say it ) inside, we both know what's been going on ( going on ) we know the game and we're gonna play it

we've known each other

we are free

So we back in the mine

a visual depiction of the spaces in between rooms are like the gaps in between thoughts they are where we exist in a different form we are not quite ourselves but neither are we something else we are in between, a limbo of our own making sometimes we are lost in these spaces and other times we find ourselves it is where we go to be alone and yet it is also where we find company in the spaces in between rooms we are both everything and nothing and it is here that we can be truly free.

Maybe there is an entity in the backrooms, analog photography

for merely dreaming we were snow

something that we had and lost, if we ever had it at all

perhaps human

Don't be racist, I am a building And I’ve got news for you Hey there Steven Blacks and whites are even How would you feel if the joke was on you Blacks, whites, Indians and Spanish They all came from the sea We all have to share the same world Trixie won't you sing with me Don't be racist, we both are buildings Listen to what we mean Love one another Sisters and brothers Or we will haunt your dreams Or we will haunt your dreams Or we will haunt your dreams

Time to create the wold we all dream of one filled with love compassion generosity and most of understanding we all are human and make mistakes or can be wrong about something doing so opens both a mind and a heart

when we are falling sleep, where do we go?

inside, we both know what's been going on