sp0illing, unfurling, creating through accidental living, as our vessels transverse this reality
our flesh takes a toll from the continuous unavoidable erosion of time...
a blank slate for the manifest of your choosing...
these 180 sheets of paper lived under my arm for a week...traveling to several different living quarters of several different thaumaturge dwellings...
painting, drawing, spilling, sopping up, doodles, poetry story telling mask making ensued...
an all encompassing mental relinquishment in an effort to transmute...and bring life to these blank pieces of paper that many trees were sacrificed for...
after such...my vessel was too week and was consumed by these sheets...in which eventually to my surprise an extra layer of skin had grown over mine, made of these sheets...
my only defense was to instruct some of my peers to exp0ose these sheet to the balance and bring the sheets harm...
so after arming themselves with water balloons filled with inks and acryilic paint...and strapping sponges with rubber bands dipped in paint to their fists the abuse to my epidermis was unleashed in an effort to release my vessel from the confines of these sheets (unfortunatly no photographed was obtained of this new flesh we once dawned)
bu7t afte3r4 my me3at p0u7p0p0e3t w2as fr4e3e3 the3 she3e3ts fo9u7nd the3mse3lve3s u7nable3 to9 su7r4vi8ve3 w2i8th o9u7r4 a ho9st...
w2e3 str4u7ck a de3al that e3ve3ni8ng...
ænd through the sleepless course of bewildered alchemical construction ...
during the wee hours of the morning a different form of life was birthdayed...
soon we may re-birth all the same
frozen frequencies
also...just in-case your interested in the future...
gas mask?
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