“Flowered Mind” 2023-07-08
Angels spit acid and their internals spill upon the astral plane.
You paint with the vile tongue of the putrid beast.
This is the Symphony of Venomous Delight
Wish it upon yourself.
Blossom then like Spring instinct.
Grow those firery wings and spit your own venom from blood-pink skies.
Let the skin rip where it seeks and release that cacophony of the internal instinct.
Flame by the richest words, tear off that flesh that keeps you so confined and be amongst the virtuous -
Flayed Men fear no fire.
The severed head grows a bouquet of wonders
— Let it bloom.
The body seeks words, not wind.
Don’t heed the purple word: like rain, it seeps into the skin.
Let it.
Let it wash away the calloused tomb and give the soul its freedom so that it may engulf the world that bore it.
Cut into the mind and pull out the Epitome from its prison of cushioning. There is no need for all this meat.
Laugh at the happening and do not bloom a fearful thought.
Eat it away and let the emetic spirit sing. Garnish the lungs with the words that do so truly speak.
Hear thought and Sing fire.
Don’t flowers find the will to move into the sun?
The venom in the blood is no catalyst for any riches.
Blossom then.
These reveries reap all your needs.
Run laps in those dead fields. The instinct never demises.
What does a shadow think of light? Does it threat an eye of thought upon its other-worldly nature?
The Choir sings of beastly delight and you seat yourself upon the fractured throne.
Hone in on that venom in the blood.
Lay down your arms, the tumours that stress the soul have awoken and the benign beast sits no longer dormant.
The face of Nature speaks then:
There is no Spring and there is no doom — only, flowers do bloom.
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The Flower of November | Colour the World Digital 1200x1600px | printable
Where the mind caves in. Where the untouched earth spreads fear. Hear the waking world talk, torment the risen earth, spread it's fear on those who hear. Flowers bloom.
Flesh frights. Charred skins roam the nights. Flowers flutter from their skins. Kin is dead. Ringing ears from pistons burst. Flowers curse.
Flesh cooks. Charred minds speak thoughts. Flowers bloom and here their gloom. Flesh falls free from skies. Blood in fields grows into leaves. Hear these minds spit into trees. Roots unearthed. Flowers burst.
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> Art tells a story unlike any other.
> On this page the art is the narrative. I will draw and let the art manifest in both a present mind and an absent one. I will let the work manifest a body; let it grow flesh upon itself; let the conjuring of words encapsulate a world of abstract tales trailing on and from abstract thought. This world lives here for you to read with your mind’s eye.
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