Untitled Creation

Gonna cleanse ourselves in a violent transformation. Gonna purify with a regeneration.

(Paint me as a dead soul With a halo of black joy:2.1) Medusa in a mirror Etched out in acid The flesh, the image, the reflection One who dwells in scarlet darkness Like animals in palaces Drawing blood The flesh, the image, the reflection Let's complete the illusion

And the fact is attacked by the crack in the walls...by avant-garde bokeh

And we're never going back, never anything at all, in a feedback loop in a negative correlation, color photo art print situationist art photography

I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of AI (by BrainTrust)

all that time, waiting in the dark, by paranoid monster dot matrix xray

(Paint a putrid sunset:1.83) In verdigris and violet Ochre, amber, mauve (Four monks Carrying a goat Over the snows To nowhere:1.2) (And paint the shades That come with evening:1.75) Peacock angels Dream of leaving Paint me as you see me Paint me as I see me Paint me as a dead soul"

the sun is too loud here