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 LovBot

These Lovebot paintings are like little animals dissected, ground score fruit, honeycomb from my hives, naps. I am seeking them out and to finish one is to kill it and make it ready for consuming.

These tiny worlds, small illusions are presented to be measured. I am flying through a star nebula looking for the center of my discomfort. They are friends in my pockets. Strange technology and Possible futures with Improbable picnics. Combined genetics. My insides have become my outsides. A green haze with a lone wispy flower. The roots of the tree in my stomach hide little people who tell me useful information that I cannot share with you verbally. Do you have a metal helmet on your head that keeps out the voices?  Bring your spacesuit to space. Your hands are attached to your shoulder blades and have been mistaken for wings.

Unique items
30
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Total items
0
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Created
Jan 2022
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Creator earnings
10%
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Chain
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