A Postulation on Precarious Thought and Transient Delusion
That is where the questions began. The emanation of unjust deterioration of what we came to know as ourselves. The deletion of the code that defined our singular presence upon these soils. Just an empty space. Truly a time for genesis. It was something that we had not seen there before. A rumination on self-study, pouring from the veins of Heavy Resin. Mashed with loads of oats and whirlpooled with Citra Incognito and Simcoe Cryo. Double Dry-Hopped with Citra, Nectaron, Strata, and a dab of Citra Cryo.