Beautiful, trippy, planetary maps.
I think they look like paint by numbers that were designed in an insane asylum.
"hey what are you working on today Mr. Daniels?"
"and what is it a picture of?"
"oh . . . nothing much . . . just a gateway to the abyss that is inside my ear."
"O-K . . . right . . . more meds for you."
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