

"autowords no.3"inside your vibrating speaker chest is a small woman with her car parked on the moon (your liver),"autowords no.3"
and her children playing in the trees (your ribs). her husband comes home from work each day (your sex) and brings her flowers (remember those seeds you ate as a child?)


"autowords no. 2"Shoot the shouting rocks in the back of your neck, yeti-man in the flourescent costume!! Tie the bottles of water to that sky! Yell the leeches in smoke! Pick up the sails the by the foot priest and burn it with its own politicians!"autowords no. 2"
no... dont... fall into the eye of a needle and sleep there for the world. you will be happy.


I am a body-I am an organ...I am a body soon I'll decay my eyes tell meI am a body-I am an organ...
the month of may
touch me with hot on the window sills I feel kitchens glows over hills
I am an organ I feel the vibes sing to the sound of overwhelming size
I scream color in black and white I will dissolve in a lack of light
I am something else
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"A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know." - Diane Arbus
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Bunny! Copy him into your signature and help him take over the world!
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Редукт!
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ak- eww..jane did you swallow another blond
*Deviant-Underground
well i don't know what to answer you, i've never asked myself what category of art i make. technically it would be like "digital collage", and you could add a synonym of "surreal" to it, maybe : )
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your stuff is great as well, keep it up
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The first word was 'dream'.
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