summonculus
The Scrawling Wing
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summonculus 4 years ago
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馃寣
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Alice, Alice don't you know? We've been around since before Van Gogh. In other new, I have recenty opened an etsy store
etsy.com/shop/aliceinfurblandshop
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summonculus 4 years ago
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Tiny furbs amongst the wilderness
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Van Gogh but make it furby
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summonculus 4 years ago
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summonculus 4 years ago
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Seek plank for wisdom
Duudes Ed, Edd, and Eddy was like what if all the adults dissapeared in the apocalypse and the kids were left on a summer vacation that never ends and their only goal is to attain jawbreakers
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summonculus 5 years ago
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Mmm... That's what I like! So sweet!
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PHAT BOY
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summonculus 5 years ago
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Moody magnificence 馃枻
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Bob Succumbs to the Void, 2020, pencil on paper
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summonculus 5 years ago
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These custom furbs are amazing 馃槏
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My wonderful furbs and some of my handmade dolls 馃槉
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summonculus 5 years ago
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Weaving dreams, like an intertwining collision of half thoughts born from whimsy and the unknown, the pattern intricate and mad
Remnants of possibilities long expired and worlds that never were, the plot disjointed and abstract, like a kaleidoscope projection
Is reality our anchor or our shackles?
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summonculus 5 years ago
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Floating on the Dead Sea, salt in my nostrils
The black still waters, drifting with intent
On my back the sky above becomes the focal point
A portal view of an infinite perspective, darkness and depth, translucent pulp
Cosmic calendar reveals a new star and a constellation with a thousand names is born
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summonculus 5 years ago
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Grass seeds, skipping town
Winds a blow, off they go
Into the sky they plant a field
A forest up high, cloud crops yield
Like a ribbon of road spun off the spool
The world is a project and our mind is the tool
Fingers and hand, handfuls of sand
The granule is one with the entirety
A miniscule landmark with its own history
The puzzle unsolved is a masterpiece in the moment
Beautiful fragments an inspirational bestowment
Imagined weather and a current underground
A hand written spell book in the lost & found
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