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flesh and the making of

I did my animation today... almost 600 frames and it took me around five hours. I'm happy with this one. There was a lot more sculpting in this one and a lot more handling. Every shot had to be heavily manipulated and I stuffed up alot... For instance, the first 40 min of filming had… Continue reading flesh and the making of

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the octopus and the raven

She, otherworldly glittering wetness He of swirling ink and feathers and wind Hers eyes chameleon mood ring changing His Storm clouds deepening lightning blue crackle They breathe in one another salted Sea Spray ozone breeze Swift through water and air, Gods are they The touch of her blade slicing quick you won't feel a thing… Continue reading the octopus and the raven

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box person

We all walk around with boxes Different materials sizes shapes dimensions or interdimensional impossible or closed lids We search seeking maybe just strolling waiting to bump into someone someone to put into our box now... ... wait! ...hear me out... some people do not fit we push them pull them tug and tuck and tape… Continue reading box person

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lachryphagy

Hand grips you Round your throat When you least expect it Creeping, crawling, slithering inside It comes for you In the dark hours In the sunbeam moments It cares not when it takes you Proboscis tongue Unfurling Coiling spiral Ebony slick It will draw out of you That which it craves Draining you of Every… Continue reading lachryphagy

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Relativity

Time is relative Dialation of moments The differences between two perspectives Velocity and speed and... It's just different Heat is relative The rise and fall of it The way it makes us feel You know, it's the humidity that makes it feel hot? Shivering and sweating It's just different Flavour is relative A flavour in… Continue reading Relativity

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my fictional you – a response to myself

I once said that I felt you close That while you were hidden You were perfect Like the blank space nothings Between music notes I once said you were like a phantom limb Mine to never have While wolf's fur clouds blocked out the sun And science was the only thing that made sense I… Continue reading my fictional you – a response to myself