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~ observations of the city’s muse and mystery~

The city’s muse and mystery, a knowing fox, gazes at those lost in a wilderness, made of rainbows rising from oil-slicked pools. Her rooftop was the wings of an angel, amid the lost wilderness of the city’s drone. It dons a masque made of a pirate’s flag. Keeps history’s severed hand between its legs in an acid rain.

#Art #DigitalArt #Photography #ProsePoem #Dreams #Phantasmagoria #Poetry #ProsePoetry #SpeculativePoetry #Surreal #SurrealPoetry #Surrealism #WordCollagePoem #WordCollage

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Implied Spaces · observations of the city’s muse and mysteryThe city’s muse and mystery, a knowing fox, gazes at those lost in a wilderness, made of rainbows rising from oil-slicked pools. Her rooftop was the wings of an angel, amid the lost wildernes…

We are the tombs of those who built the walls of the city - deep blue,
We still have lost darkness to watch over -
the interior of the walls is full of birds,
Climb the stairs and enter the dark tombs.

Once you know this and know that light, never turn it on again -
They wound the clock against the sky,
Time's constraints, four routines,
Mind loses meaning - on the stairs

We painted the body -
it was a beautiful way to guide
our sun through the darkness.

A #Dadaist #Soliloquy on #Assemblage #PerformanceInstallations

The constituted elements which these external tools manifest relations conceptualized opposed offices as art are assemblage, now upended boxes. Long-term structural differences are rearranged - When there is no clear question about the internal set box. Or that too sits or externally thanks jointly between delusions. Internal assemblage, relatively a formulation illusion. Planes can box into forms. Formulation illusion exists, that use entity in different arts after re-mixed internal offers.

Eaves seem to be a glowing render zone used in a totality deletion concept of assemblage in a way that fails to distinguish between internal and external art form relationships. They enter holes, a trend of foaming distinguish co-relationships under assembled pieces of the performance whole installation box theatre. The answer to this question is that the components of the waveform, which are collections of external objects, are blurred like birds.

Whose art is the whole way of responding to these externalities? The last hole is not visible. Autonomous performance foils from reality relationships cannot convey boxes externally or existentially. What sees internal in rather the assemblage as a hole is an empty box on an existential plane.

It’s distinguishes apart - attempted as related, through tone's totality as in relationship assemblage. Between answers fails relation articulates a wavy relation, leaves fall. Then toads between external growing in which lasting hand connection assemblages protrude art.

What distinguishes an assemblage from an entity or a totality is these elements are externally relatable to parts of art answered within segments of reality, also toads. Rather than the internal relation between elements which jointly constituted a whole art installation in a box or an office. Or at last they are a mix of internal and external relationships in an office or an assemblage cottage intake.

It’s the difference between a relation which cannot exist apart, so then, fromage installations through its connection to a whole curd, as opposed to a relatively autonomous relation that can manifest in a different art form or cottage box. Thus, it is the whole that is realized through that relationship, or like these ants in the palm of their hand, they separate the mushroom from external reality.
#Dadaism #DadaistProsePoetry #ProsePoem #WordCollagePoem #WordCollage #Art #Photography #EOS #EOS90D

Monochrome Madness ~ lentil medicines

The Chinese character for this century is lentil medicines. These are etymology drugs. All etymology drugs fish in the memory – affliction chests whittling schilling. Only one bastion remains engraved.

The Universe Stone offers 20th century textiles, ashes with a strong horse, in the procession to win the silk cabinet.

A weapon of religious herbs,

Sea of religious herbs –

the Skin Key Pretzel

slipknot dew baulk

Conspiracy trees spoiled glass motorcycles, like the tallow azure lines form a hundred coffin books, they are xanthous grass in the garden of corners and feathers.

#Art #CollageArt #DigitalArt #DigitalCollage #EOS #EOS90D #MonochromePhotography #Photography #Monocrome #BlackandWhite #Dreamscape #Poetry #ProsePoem #WordCollagePoem #SpeculativePoetry

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Asemic Tarot · Monochrome Monday Madness: lentil medicinesThe Chinese character for this century is lentil medicines. These are etymology drugs. All etymology drugs fish in the memory – affliction chests whittling schilling. Only one bastion remains…

Dadaist Ponderings of The Fifth Kind

Then, when the avocados dozed, they sucked them from the Olympic flame, and when those blackened people realized the Olympic flame was impossible, they smoked it, and smoked every soul hair we had, which flowed like a waterfall from our tongues. Those eyes didn't sweat evenly when they cried.

And still, they play themselves verse litres, which plumbed from the soundless ghost of a guitar or the turtle ukulele.

Then they swam the Olympic flame, and tongues burned, and their hearts danced when the cisterns realized they would not be able to catch the Olympic flame.

When you cry, you burn the impossible, and when you swallow the Olympic flame, it becomes dark.

#Dadaist #Dadaism
#Dada #DadaistProsePoem #WordCollagePoem #WordCollageProse
#Photography #Monochrome #BlackAndWhite #BNW #EOS90D #BlackAndWhitePhotography

Homunculus' Fence Defence Functions:

Players believe that the brain operates before danger occurs. I think the gravel is gone. There is good news, The Tamra arrives at the crossroads of bright stars with errhine unblightedness about lucid dream seasons. Active bed before collision. Take action before disaster strikes. I think the only itchiness is the scratches here and there and the milk on my skin and body. Deal with hymns, the unideaed noncollusiveness in paranormal osmosis. To fight. To fight. To fight. Resource IDs now appear near the player's bombacaceous furnits. I lost my floccose jujube overinsistency.

Brain Trust Defence: Flash Fix ~ quarrelsome tarrier/allopatric mutterer

All that's missing is a pair of shoes. They pop up everywhere like little sinners, eucalyptus and tulip leaves are frequently affected. Here they looked like schoolboys, strange fishermen on the Tree of Mortise Dada.

The desert deserves a haiku
or something beautiful.
The industrial desert is yours -
Beautiful castle!

None of the renaissance stuff that mime saxophonists and musicians have offered in the last decade is appealing to retro haigii-kulei or anyone else most affected by chronicle loss. What's missing is the casuist ralian influence on iconic bottle souls. If there is no zero, the shape of the silver plate will be distorted. Are you against this situation?

Do you like this box? Do you like this box?

This is the ultimate purple stream guide for anyone thinner than you. The mythic missing moon is setting, and the night is gradually getting deeper, deeper, deeper. Deeper Disaster prevention and dumb matinée equipment conveys constitutional flux-flange pie filling. They want to know if it's cold - emerald circuit baker.

The day has come when the silver hands of dreams dance with beauty. It was empty....... a nullified vortex stew. What should I do? But the last time I saw you, I was gone.

The moon set, and the night opened with silver hands. Dream of dancing with mythopoeic beauty. It looks better than the last time I saw it. And there you are: a full, relaxed face. It was empty - Wood, you can jump deep deep deep creeping and leave me.

ANA-TAXI-FOAM-FORMINGS!
Aura Runs Curia!

Hear me - Delirious Death Null,
I am laid to rest
in the Clavicle of Cadmus,
Bird of Golden Crows!

The silver mirrors -
whose remaining body is a ghost
catch bright flaring bones.

Drawn to weary waking drifts -
the green cool light therapist
tells me to seek
a new wilderness.

Dew-crazed pale blurred marble bends beneath glass grass -
my neck, like winter branches -
swaying pale antlers

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@colorblindcowboy
Present count, 137. 🥴 😂 As with most of my collage compositions, they are done as loose pieces on a scanner bed, and then further modified digitally -different degree of modification for each one. I often don't know what the collage will be when I start, postcard, greeting card, Tarot Card, asemic snapshot, or something else. :dy18:

Some are more asemic, while others are closer to Dadaist Collage Poster/Poem. I had so many Tarot Cards, I created a blog to just handle the overflow. I've been using that blog for other compositions, including the altered book experiment, my Wendy Gales creative writing project, and most recently my Dadaist Cut-up Poetry Journal.
#WendyGales #WordCollagePoem #AsemicTarotcard