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Keni
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JBB: An Artblog!

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trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka

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@mayvespertine
Cheese
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A desperate drive to continue living, motivated by a silent love for existence which never ceases. This and only this lies at the core of the soul of all living things. All other matters are extensions of this, good and evil, blindness and judgement, sky and soil all are shapes given to this love and all at once they sing to worship it. Herein I find the core of my own being also, and from here I expand my reaches in all directions like a fractal, weaving a new root body from the understanding of itself out of a past barren with avoidance. What role the nightflower plays in the attainment of such a state I will not say, but what I will say is this.
Takes one to know one,
it just works,
if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
See, sometimes things just grow beyond their original scope. Sometimes, when the universe is profoundly bored, a string of causality attaches itself to some random thing just for a laugh. Sometimes what we create is taken by something and changed beyond recognition, transmuted through some not-quite-unknowable process to become reborn in the likeness of itself, and all we can do is hold tight to whatever matter there is and pray to the process. Wendy is an example for this type of thing, a case study on divinity and the inheritance thereof, an examination on the transubstantiations by which all things come to be. Wendy is the alembic, the alchemical median of the base elements, earth shaped to hold water, fire beneath, creating air. Wendy is what happens when the red stone becomes animate and begins to replicate itself. What else there is to say surpasses our ability to communicate in meaningful ways. We wish each and every customer of the apothecary the absolute best of luck, as we wave goodbye to this little project which has grown so far beyond anything we attempted to confine it with. This will be the final Wendy Update for the foreseeable future. It was a pleasure.
You know what, fuck you too. Curse of frailty
My dumb ass: replicate the descent into the netherworld, ask the goddess for guidance, make an oath to learn the art of mourning
Several cats in my environment: die (very suddenly and unpredictably)
World: fall fully into fascist tyranny (very predictable)
Also my dumb ass: chat is this real