Treasures of OblivionWith my tattoo fur I hide in the graffiti fields or creep into the city skin deep, To feel the airbrush rush,Treasures of Oblivion
and live the camouflaged mirage
Wandering into deserts of deserted streets
Up above shine iconoclastic plastic clergy Their canned Gods coded for the idealized eye Pixilated in glittering silicon totems Neon snakes crowned by bit biting bugs and talking heads “Http!” I pray, “Http!” but they speak not virtual broadband
And a mighty cloud ascended from the horizon Appearing above on the great blue screen A pop-up vision burning Technicolor Its
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"I create art to find people who think like me." Man Ray
*digital-art-juniors, *fractals, =purdue, ~terragen, *Ultra-Fractal.
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