into something we can tame and manage--a realm of reality.
Down the road for respect, maturity touches down like those first few steps
an infant makes in their attempt to stand and deliver.
Truth transparently awaits the day it might mimic the shapes
we paint ourselves with.
Undermined and overshadowed, imagination finds refuge
in a sea of nocturnal minds.
Seamless machines form immaculate dreams.
Rinse, repeat and lather indefinitely.











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The Exquisite Corpse:[link]
My website: [link]
The surreal arts:[link]
CollaborativeCorpse:[link]
I'm sure I'll be seeing more of your work, keep it up.
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"The mind is its own place."
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LETS GO!
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Everyone stay calm, I'm taking over the world.
I am the August Artist. [link]
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