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By APEP
By APEP
A series of characters from the neck-up.
Mr Blister was always a troubled soul. He sat on the end of the pier and watched the seagulls swoop down to collect the bread he was throwing them. He knew full well that it wouldn't be easy for them to digest the rough sourdough bread he took such time to prepare each week. He also knew that the secret to enjoying life was getting used to the suffering. So he liked to relate with the seagulls in that sense. He dreamt he was flying amongst them once. It wasn't for him.
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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By APEP
By APEP
A series of characters from the neck-up.
Mr Blister was always a troubled soul. He sat on the end of the pier and watched the seagulls swoop down to collect the bread he was throwing them. He knew full well that it wouldn't be easy for them to digest the rough sourdough bread he took such time to prepare each week. He also knew that the secret to enjoying life was getting used to the suffering. So he liked to relate with the seagulls in that sense. He dreamt he was flying amongst them once. It wasn't for him.
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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