Lost Inside the Terror of My Own Ideations

These corridors were formed by half-formed impulses. Impossible conclusions. And visions that became more convincing the longer they remained unchallenged. All along the walls lay fingerprints that I no longer recognize as my own. Mashed with wheat and oats. Whirlpooled with Cashmere, Krush, and Citra Incognito. Double dry-hopped with Krush, Cashmere, Motueka Cryo, and Krush Hyperboost.