some autistic lunatic's ramblings. darker, heavy psuedo-prose-poetry-stream of conscious-parable-psychological-mental-wordplay-imagery-symbology ahead. "vent art", one could say. engage at your own peril, les the moon get to you as well ECHOES FROM THE LOST DAYS, or just "ECHOES" is whatever i've stockpiled and written in the past and felt like sharing most of this stuff is deeply personal so i'm not gonna share it all