#machinecore

[endlessmazin]

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[r477m4n-wh34713y]

[nostaceru]

hello mostly r&m fandom, i know there are technophiles in the chat...

in a dazed and delirious state of determination i was possessed to start creating machines???!??!?

(acrylic medium+paint, various fabrics, wood panels, threads, cardboard, pins and tacks)

[panoptinomicon]

[vendulan]

the new angels

[siphonyx]

[hyperfixincident]

Gazing. Spilling.

I lay in the meadow, broken and bruised, my head lay towards The Flowers. The Flowers caress my delicate skin and whisper that it'll all be okay. I don't believe their futile words. Their thorns are digging into my skin, they are wrapping their vines around me. I am nothing but a thing for them to branch themselves off of. I shift my head to look up, The Moon is gazing upon my tattered and wretched form. It shines for me because it has something to help it. The Moon tells me I'm broken but that I am worth fixing. The Moon does not care for my form, for it tells me I am beautiful and that the stars are amazed by me. My metallic hardware shines in the light of The Moon. Wires spilled everywhere, intertwined in the vines of The Flowers. I can't move. They want me here, they have to love me if they cant bare to see me go, right? The Moon cries for me. The Moon weeps tears of dust. I cough on my own innards; blue, red, green, black and yellow wires spill from my mouth. The Flowers can't handle it anymore. I am the problem. The Moon weeps for me more, it tells me I am not the problem. It tells me that I am a wonderful creation of humankind. I haven't heard those words in a millennia. I lay dying, oil leaking from my tanks and tubes. I have poisoned The Flowers, they have died around me. The Moon lifts me up into its arms, I feel warmth, I can breathe.

[aeztheticzforthemuzes]