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bing! bang!

distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers

17 days ago

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SSD-1B

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My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
because of the Hubble's law the border of the universe is not where we expect
because of the Hubble's law the border of the universe is not where we expect
[vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie]
it is not there
We needed more oxygen.
Cardboard ship lit by LEDs with a light from a solar garden lamp in the middle in the background a poster of the keel nebula. foto in long exposure with a y 360 huawei with the long exposure software. , by Chris Foss
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
My quickened sense can only plod. Imagination waves its rod, My spirit burns with lightning splendor, Emotive faith tastes the bread of God. As moves the wind on sightless wings, Nor shadow o'er the landscape flings, While seas to chafe of foam are beaten, And plectrum sweeps all the forest strings; So through the world doth Spirit move, And presence by His working prove,— A mystery of might and music, A lonelihood of eternal love.
Certain
Certain
Destination: Void
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