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altering reallity
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[Sunflowers/Morning Glory]
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Morning Glory
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Thyme has taken over
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Untitled
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Harlequin Flower (Sparaxis) 2
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Harlequin Flower (Sparaxis) 1
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Turbo Thyme 1
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Hollyhock Flower (Alcea)
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Herbs (Rosemary, Doone Valley/Silver Thyme)
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Two blooming poppies
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Poppy 2
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Undead Haiku
I exhume my soil Reaching for the horizon Escaping Grave's womb Modern sewage cave Tunnels harbor ghoulish eyes Hordes of rummaging hunger Humanoid talons Daggers of mouth & leering Dark hour's blood monger
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Being
Tip of the Tongue A different word from freedom but not alone My mind emancipating reality insanity grounded Thoughts chaotic forming patterns Dimensionally changed Presently the same Refuge of the conscientious yet ordinarily speaking - when I dye the facade portrait I will escape the myth The decay is fastening Life exhuming A void deity bearing the Javelin of Empathy Sympathy is bleeding Humanity succeeding (Be the V) Today the vacancy is in their eyes Annointed prisms of the callous Sanctity is lacking in the conventionally unified & breeding clones We all appear the same Altering reality through pills,
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Post-blue
(Distraction) The horizon left abandoned- the spectacle for reluctance and love The servitude marching in line only to be starved of the 'un-sated apple' Fallen dreams caught by streets of the selfish infertile, & fortunate tears of the blessed coat the empty hearted False hope raining in the plays of the irreverent - casting blames across the ever-so-called stellar destiny. (the City) Bland glass rescued from the post-biphenyl age Naked lakes of quicksand land-locked by the masterminds of rubber and rock recipes Phosphorous bulbs igniting the undead avenues & the winding clocks are lost to the backward descendants Deso
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Soap Box
I place myself here in this box of mischief There's an obsession behind these man-made lines the temptation of riding out of the storm and looking into it This forest I'm in my lust defined by everyone's sin I walk in the tunnel's vision light at my back & a view of my mission Alone like the shallow begging seas and to see if there's enough loneliness I'll elevate above the sedated entities Parallel parking blind folded just like this kind of hoping, dating, & then the waiting Broken & Remolded just like that, no regrets, no hating This declaration, impossibility developing by mistakes & haunting memories I'm working on o
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Cells
Become none of many Born with a number Artificial name Clothed for the body Naked minds blind folded & spoon fed Provide the camouflage Colorful crowds moan ghostly The pale result In passing Popes and Good Samaritans are none of many (Anthem in Reveille) Crossover the bridge for your soul gap Lyrical migration sound judges coax the confused Debauchery drowned out Explicate the definition without explanation Filter threatened Reach through the monotonous speakers Other side Undeniable diction answered by the oracle of instruments (Hyphen) Runway Dead-End Photograph Stage-Faded Flight Delay Aftermath-Subtract
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What went wrong
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T-29
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Just leggy
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PUSA V
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Paddled Vase 3
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We Won't Walk Away
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Nothing to add
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Christine in the Bedroom
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Vanillae
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United States
Deviant for 8 years
Devious Journal Entry
Once there was a thought Now there is a choice Each and every speculation is primed for fraudulence Storage by means of fleeting emotion and pastoral reigns begat depravity Tally the favors as ammunition for future friendly fires Eventually, "Behold the carrot. Whoa! The prison key" Preemptive naysayers undermine the progress of perception Accolades supersede earned merit and true solidarity Hearsay blinds the malleable Eventually, "If not monetized, then cast aside" Ambiguous fantasies rule the realm in spirit and in thought Denouncing the irrational process and ponder the enigma of an abandoned thought
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How do you feel?
(Martyr's Prophecy) We the garbage creators trash our disposable selves Disregards already accounted for Ancient thrones dissolve into plastic beings bowing to porcelain steeples Valued costumers are in the waiting line: Wistful sentimentalists, progressive degenerates. Peace, the hopeful spectator Pews ascending stadiums cowering under its looming shadow Nuclear breath (pulpit or stage) the disease spreading by word of mouth Mainstream hypochondriac We are the hysterical masses
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Musically Inspired
Digital Organic electric brain Piercing sound smiling face Break beat voodoo maestro Joyful entranced slave Experimental wave righteous trance Mind bathing soul cleansed Wired in hypnosis No hypothesis natural sedation Happy song child in rhythm
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WickedTwain|Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Thanks for the faaaaaaav !!
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Thanks so much for the fav!!! :aww:
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thanks for watching!
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Thanks for watching! :-)
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Miss-Emly|Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching :heart:
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klb120459|Professional Photographer
Thanks for the Watch...
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