Izabel from Apricot Preserves by Vulture Lung

In this future's near future beauty might be rendered completely useless

Projecting dead holograms on manufactured to specification artificial skeletons.

the earth is cursed with open sores contagion winds

programming open source learn it yourself

Television heads in dystopian prison glitch dot matrices

menacing dark drone auditory phenomenon

test of grit regenerate electrical circuitry from scar tissue of past adversities

indestructible intent to flourish in retrograde

in retro

78's in a wurlitzer

overhauled com. bine harvester

fabricate carpentry out of flotsam and scrap iron

it's welds lasted longer than the rusted beams

interlocking clay bricks 1817 abandoned anatomy

crash course in faceless optimism

she fell the cards felt the importance of projecting spells

i see the storms forming in the myst of her form like parnasus snail shells

or the sails from shapeless ships on izabel

im faceless cloak with leaded window for nightmare

The curtains serpentine

Deconstructed problematic

Stumbled across a divide I wasn't yet in search of.

Its all hear say until it isn't.

Reeling for some explanation just out of limbs length

Remembering when just existing being enough

Beings building trust fortresses moats surrounding

No furnishings in the room where the art hangs

Must maintain steam burned up all the oil

Seized engineering machine gears still whirring

within'

Feline spirit fell out of the clocks door jumped over a candle but caught a claw in the tapestry and knocked over the entire altar

left the skulls how they fell.

For the fault of fortune telling.

Quill scythe swaths the parallels

And somersaulted from spell books

Deadpan awake in the scripting.

What's a feast without the capsized vessel

Bite sized Martian testimonial from your cereal bowls

it's rise lasted a dystopic millisecond and then abruptly. bzzzzzzzzt

Who isn't propaganda machine

Artistic casting meta-morph mold form fractured

Paradoxical is jellyfish tentacle

Demeaning Seeking revenge in form of a minor chord.
seeking refuge in form of minor chord

Peeling back the death mask its all espionage

And here you thought cooking was glamorous.

Companion or captor room in psychedelic hexagram swim.

she fell the cards felt the importance of projecting spells

i see the storms forming in the myst of her form like parnasus snail shells

or the sails from shapeless ships on izabel

I'm faceless cloak with leaded window for nightmare.

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