Guillermo Gamera Way
A shrine dedicated to Pot., and Plus 2 Bubble Trees, and 1 Spice Plant.
it will become like a ghost inside of us and like that we will keep it alive
The cracks in the sky are still so incredible.
Lay your picks and scrapers down,
Catch the fading evenlight,
Butterflies rest in the fruit trees
as we sing to Ur, "goodbye."
Fireflies glimmer, glimmer 'round all
Shimla Mirch and back to you
Bearing sparks from all the Glitchen
And every Giant too.
To be woven in our dreaming
Goodbye Glitch, goodbye.
Goodbye cool world...
I have no words to say
I have no words to say that could even begin to describe my sadness. Here's hoping that you, my fellow Glitchen, will.