January 2011
1 post
"The Seed"
Put a seed up to your ear. Listen to it’s infantile cries and spare it from it’s struggles. Wings flap with buzzing speed carrying a black mass with red eyes to watch from a wall with a trunk that suckles grit from silver stone it’s views compounded visions that repeat forever. Light through glass refracting and reflecting an engine of distraction to your turbine of chaos. The...