#forrest bess

The compass is a wheel it’s a shield it’s a hole it’s a hole it’s a face

The hierophant is a king and an uncle and he’s lonely

Quit that arrogant impulse, heel-hung and hooked wriggler,
take vows, light your lantern

For three whole months on rocky moonlit slopes
keep company solely with three-headed dogs

Your lot in life is snakes & ladders but in springtime there will be parties,

Red Besser Days and Spicer Grails