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By APEP
By APEP

A series of characters from the neck-up.

custard dripping from his teeth he watched the house he grew up in collapse into the sinkhole all those objects and memories down into the void his eyes fell back into his skull the transformation occurred he was a creature of the soil now it was time to meet his new family he burrowed his head deep into the earth and screamed a sound completely unfamiliar to him the rumble began slow and grew to a climax as the ancient form of the dark wriggler emerged to the surface its front orifice brewed an opening he climbed into its mouth and burrowed under its tongue wrapped round him like a blanket and whispered a prayer to himself the night was long and filled with interesting facts the custard was sour but he swallowed it down sustenance for the journey ahead bye bye sweet Jane we shall meet again in the citadel

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Impenetrable things floating round my head

A collection of experiments created with 2D and 3D softwares, accompanied with sound.

wEIRD CHARACTERS, eerie meetings on street corners, nasal prostates and globular traffic pushed to the side of the road so people can get to work on time. Meanwhile, up on U8i9-ppL, the benevolent and immutable Roger the Beatnik retraces his steps, hoping to find the microphone he lost when he landed. Flies gather on the carcass. Its belly writhes with the expectation to explode. It's going to smell terrific.

Divorcing the unnatural to reek wonders with happiness bound in jelly and fudge

Fingers of sugar walking down to the yard and why must you all fidget under the tables you cowards must look and wonder where are all the stars they’re not on the floor you floundrelling flummusks they need to wake down and up through the rotten canvas I buried my cat under on Wednesday night it was a full moon and she said it was the right thing to do

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Andy Wormhole

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By APEP
By APEP

A series of characters from the neck-up.

custard dripping from his teeth he watched the house he grew up in collapse into the sinkhole all those objects and memories down into the void his eyes fell back into his skull the transformation occurred he was a creature of the soil now it was time to meet his new family he burrowed his head deep into the earth and screamed a sound completely unfamiliar to him the rumble began slow and grew to a climax as the ancient form of the dark wriggler emerged to the surface its front orifice brewed an opening he climbed into its mouth and burrowed under its tongue wrapped round him like a blanket and whispered a prayer to himself the night was long and filled with interesting facts the custard was sour but he swallowed it down sustenance for the journey ahead bye bye sweet Jane we shall meet again in the citadel

gm weird collection image

Impenetrable things floating round my head

A collection of experiments created with 2D and 3D softwares, accompanied with sound.

wEIRD CHARACTERS, eerie meetings on street corners, nasal prostates and globular traffic pushed to the side of the road so people can get to work on time. Meanwhile, up on U8i9-ppL, the benevolent and immutable Roger the Beatnik retraces his steps, hoping to find the microphone he lost when he landed. Flies gather on the carcass. Its belly writhes with the expectation to explode. It's going to smell terrific.

Divorcing the unnatural to reek wonders with happiness bound in jelly and fudge

Fingers of sugar walking down to the yard and why must you all fidget under the tables you cowards must look and wonder where are all the stars they’re not on the floor you floundrelling flummusks they need to wake down and up through the rotten canvas I buried my cat under on Wednesday night it was a full moon and she said it was the right thing to do

Contract Address0x2953...4963
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Token StandardERC-1155
ChainPolygon
MetadataCentralized
Creator Earnings
10%
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