rasta so angelic, tear my wings off and throw them in the pits beneath the behemoth
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rasta so angelic, tear my wings off and throw them in the pits beneath the behemoth
claw into your skin
write a poem on your back
tracing hearts on the moon and then suddenly i am engulfed by a ray of light,
oh.. the sun is rising.
Heavens Arena — Holy Trinity
that time i won a staring contest with something glitched out and washed in angelic lights -
chained to the—Sky,
and entranced only by the—Abyss.
body-Codex (Atlas)
Scripture.
s̷̢̨̢̯̫̦̤͔͎̪͓̲͔̟̻͚̤̱͔̲͍̠̼͍̰͖̹̙̱̹̀̍̔̏̇̓́̎̄͆͘͝c̷̡̧̨̢̢̛̭͚̤̼̙̣̪̪̮̤̥̠̝͕͈͓̺̬̀͂͋̏̏́̄͐̊͑͆͘̚ͅr̷͕͖̜̦̣̼̗̖̼̜̻̙̗͔̪̖͈̦̻̈́̉͗̀̉̓̅͊̈į̸̢̙̜͓̙̗͈̹̬̞͕͚͙̹̹̟͙̰̦̄͛̈͐̆̑̓̇͌͒̊̈́̆́̚͜ͅͅṗ̴̢̢̢͖̰͚͈̮̜̲͇̘̞̳͖̣̦͈͖̱̱͉̬̹̈́̈́̂̏̍͐̆̕̕͝͝ͅͅt̷̤͈̣̮̟̳̻̊̎̃̀̏̅͌̍̉͜͝ų̵̡̰̩͈̭̜̯͙̣͇̲͙̘̖̝̗̺̯̬̪̝͍̰̺͇̃̾̐̑́̒̑̄̃̍̋̌̾͐̌̎̔̚͜r̶̟̫͇̣͇̻͕̩̲̣̲̖̟̥̖͌è̴̛̪̤̻̬̮̃̇͋͂̉̈́̔͠
s̵̜͙̲̗̱͙͖͊̊̔͒̾̀̑̕͝͠ċ̵̢̺̹̪͚̣̮̪͐̃ŕ̵̗̰̘̰̑͛́́̑̄̽̋͝͝i̵̲̦̼͍̪͍̦̾̐̆͑̏̾̋́̋̏́̕p̴̧͚͈͙͕̼̼͖̞͚̙̟͚̭̬̈́t̸̲̭̝̦̪̙̦̘̑̇͑͐̉̊̊̿̀͜u̸͉̪͇͇̚ŗ̴̧̨̛͕̺̻͕̮̹͔̖͎͕͉̤͊̏̄͒̈ȩ̴̢̡̛̖̖̩̻̬̖̪̹͙̲̐̏͌̊́̅̒͘͘͜͝ͅ
ś̴̝͎̱͍͓̞̕c̸͈͍̬̭͉͎͚̙̿͛̚͜r̷͚̥͕̓̀̑͋̄͝i̸̭̹̞̯̳̯͉͐̽̎͌̇͆͛̚p̸̞͔̬̘̆̑̄̒̆̂̓͝t̶̡̬̮̟̞̯̠̳̣̄́͂͘u̵͎̹̬̺͔͍̯̤͗̇́r̸̰̩̹͚̻̺̆̂̈́̎͊͛ͅe̸͔̗͌͆̽̑͆̔̔̑͠
s̴͓͐̓c̶̝̞̬͐̑́r̴͈͈̹̔̑̒͋͝i̴͖̼̽̚p̶̥͉͆̎͆̽t̷̩̊̏̏̆ų̷̝̦̗̣̓̂̈͛͘r̶̝̒͌͘͝e̸̯̓̍͝
still for new z0 works,
(Solo Short Film)
! will premier berlin exhibition / tokyo n more.
tune the violin within you, n release your symphony.
im seeing dots in the sky from looking at the sun too much, angels flying birds humming.
Teeth dipped in acid and stained black fingernails. Told my boy go roll like 10 blunts for me.
Maybe I am a puppet, strings sewn onto the spinal cord of the universe, my puppeteer.
I am a child of Everything.
Skin