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baani

sous l'eau.
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Artist
  • May 24
  • United States
  • Deviant for 16 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
Ecco le mie astrazioni abstrakcje, pejzaże fantastische.

Current Residence: in the woods-oods.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: as big as me.
Print preference: large enough to be the experience.
Favourite genre of music: experimental / avant garde.
Favourite photographer: no one specific
Favourite style of art: optimistic, set in an unstable atmosphere
Operating System: the self, with outside influence
MP3 player of choice: my phonograph still plays music
Shell of choice: bodies, out of body.
Wallpaper of choice: old, crumbling.
Skin of choice: ours /cold skin, in a room temperature setting.
Favourite cartoon character: I know a few cartoon characters.
Personal Quote: These guls identify the importance of sarcastic surprises. These moments outline the pleasant times.

Favourite Visual Artist
i often answer "Basquiat".
Favourite Movies
ones I have fallen into.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
anything that takes me "there".
Favourite Writers
Ginsberg, Saul Williams
Favourite Games
"The flip side of sanity.."
Favourite Gaming Platform
Existence
Tools of the Trade
physics, for now.
Other Interests
art,people,work,life,future,language,travel.

Food.

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Buzzing pterodactyls, and the final fire. It feel good to whisper, and to swing up high. A hand-make bottle broken, a flood of empty snails. Saw the moon is shifting, northern star it hides. Sit upon the lines, middle of the road at night. Quiet quiet silence, and the buzzing light. Breath. I am social creatures, giants wandering in the woods. Giant pigeons, quiet painful eye-lids. Cross legged, one foot bouncing to a beat. Without a camera, time to precious to record. Best left behind, better to absorb. The dark air is meant to fill the caverns, the dreams, a movie to sleep.
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siting on a rocking horse and dream of cotton angels to remind the chimes of times when they were most alive siting on a rocking horse and dreams of missionaries knowing it wouldn't be hard to get stabbed in a crowd.
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No way for questionable phrases, I do not understand the dehumanizing neglect for the dying innocent. They are simply caught along the sea bottoms, not yet ready to swim with the sea current, And it is a vacuous force. But be this the violin's way of saying what causes phenomenon, The neglect for what fruit is present to take a taste from; Some thick skins may exist, but fingernails unzip the coatings. Down in the fields bellow, the decadent dance may follow, Songs of free spirit chanter whopping, The rows of medals in the iris's feline cracks. But no way to escape it, It's warish swords and after mores of sun bursting cloud of
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Thanks for the Fv
thank you so much buddy!!!
Thanks a lot for the :+fav: ! ^^
no problem! Great work!
not a problem!
Thanks for the fave! and also how is life?