Sell Ebra Tee!

the starlight is poisoned. our blank slates undulate bones & meat. dynamic spectral simians with semi-automatic REVELATION mechanisms. now buried in your fear. to renew a gOd whose trackmarks multiply the angels.

 

loops collapse into centers. gods

beside

the source

is turned away

from within

“I would rain the pity of thirsty eyes,” generic Immanuel. subjected. to a day in the pit & nights wandering the barren plains of his metaphoric king. who dines in solitude on our prayers.

and there this angel

mirrored in its isOlation

flies into the sun

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