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"" #Evenfall to Miss "" by ((-r (xox)) published 12th of 5 in '26 @farbacktrading for #vss365

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@evlosm @MetaMoshi I agree with Moshi, lots of movement making the eyes meander about. Collages, go way back for alot of us. All sorts of media. Scanning real objects to digital. Now almost a self contained world. Electrons clamoring for pixel space. Bandwidth to flow. Brava Mariah.

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"'Storytellers Epitaph"" by ((-r (xox)) 4th of 5 in '26 #PHANTOM #VSS365 #VSSHORROR Inspired by @MetaMoshi 's creation

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Evenfall arrives barefoot a quiet lover dusk tangled in her hair seafoam clinging to her skin whispering of far-off mountains veiled skies & forgotten suns Salt on your tongue evening breathing against your ribs close your eyes It’s the hour lost things are seen again #vss365

Watercolor mornings & nowhere to be 🤍 #TuesdayVibes

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She lived in a secret hollow where rain collected in a cask of whiskey barrel wood, with only fleeting memories. She had always been pink and light, til the boy with hollow eyes. Then she was folded and discarded – losing more of herself each day as her ink blurred. #vss365

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FIELD NOTES: The Young, and The Restless The most aware lover I ever had, would hand me my running shoes before starting an argument... He would deliver the punchline shoes in hand and headphones at the low and ready. I'd run about it. Then, we could laugh about it afterward. It's the sexiest I've ever felt with another person. The most respected and understood with another body, this is friendship. Learn to dance, and watch something realize how beautiful and powerful it is when truly connected. Genuinely, more of this, Life... show me your face in the flesh again. I won't bite back this time... if I do, it will be playfully. Life will hand you a buffet of behaviors in bodies, and it isn't to judge the other side by, but to gauge how you behave when mixing paints... My prefered flavors, have taught me about myself without pointing fingers at reactions to actions, and to take responsibility for the only thing I can change (me), because blaming your chosen teammate is ugly, stupid, and uncouth, to this version of me... that's like setting your ship on fire in the middle of the ocean, and then complaining that you don't know how to swim as it sinks... We often don't understand our protections until they are lifted away by misplaced externalized longing. It's yourself you are trying to find in a thousand faces. Get a mirror and save yourself some time. [caressing the face of mine] Honesty is the only way to shift perspective. Be real, and set the standard, the sands will situate themselves. We are all just figuring our own worlds out, thank you for the ability to love the versions each partner in crime has brought to the surface for review. At the end of the day, its each v each, until the mind shifts to unity. Then it's me + me=advancement. Funny how weaknesses turn to strengths with a little observation, the equation changes, and the outcome shifts without my 'trying'... Now I know how I behave in complete darkness, a land full of wishy-wash and maybe's. Tethered to the wings of fear breathing in a body beloved to me. Then for the fun part, the steady extraction, slow enough the old skins fall away in the deeps, I let the process wash over me, so the world inside is shocked back to life. So soft the hands that lift, my broken spirit doesn't get the bends as I rise, again. Laughing but see what I've done? worth the dis ease soon to be free of me. Life and death don't live in the same breathe. I receive Life, and release death to become life again. To give, and receive without holding back is my duty and birthright. Time to bring spring to the underworld again... as I swallow the sun inside me. My Lover, My Life, My Light... I will rise and shine with the new day, thank you for the opportunity to taste the greater mysteries, and develop a propensity for all things living, as I learn to train my dragons. #poema

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗲𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀 ••• My first minted piece on Transient Labs. This is not just a 1/1. It’s built from fragments. Each one carries its own meaning and is individually inscribed on-chain. Some were always there. Some appeared later. If you only look once - you’ll miss it. 1/1 on 0.25 ETH

wandering souls beneath #evenfall rain desolate storefronts tremble from the train crowded midnight crossing smoke and leather in its arc, two wandering souls orbit before collision hits its mark. #vss365 #OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX #FoxProse @FoxProse #loveletters @dearloveletters

@blockmuse Yes, ... and the people that will hear it; will retain it for future recollection ... Congratulations Mr. Muse.

Honoured to MC @ #AnimusSociety tomorrow night. “𝘼𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩—𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙝.” — 𝘼𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜

#vss365 #fleeting There is a shock within the soul when a stranger has reached through the ether and plucks you from a sea of scattered glitter. Brief encounters, secret whispers eventually alchemize into his gaze igniting your tinder creating a conflagration of heat. Then leaning in, a fleeting moment -- as two sets of lips find each other for the first time through the haze of butterflies that have burst through their chrysalis. Anticipation that has at last culminated into two aquaintances gently, thoughtfully, passionately tasting open mouthed desire and both equally surprised that it wasn't -- bitter.

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Wild. This ride. So many seasons. So many seasonings. The thoughts they circulate the veins. Some take years to come back to me, but really, we do become what we eat. That's why I am selective of my company. Not a slight, more an observation... I am a chameleon... So I surround myself in trees. In big concepts that consume my upperroom and absolve me, of ideas I've resolved to be, and given myself over to treasonous reasoning for the sake of social cues and keys? No thank you... No idols. No idle thoughts, no regurgitation, sometimes it takes me years to finish reading a book, because it's a good conversation, and each sentence lifts me into responsiveness, oh, the pictures ignited... and I take it in, piece by piece. I can always tell when time was spent in the words I swim in... I can taste the metal in those borrowed with no wings, no attachment to bodies full of dreams, even these hold promises, we become the truth eventually, even if it strips everything away, only to return the image enhanced, and authentic so it can't be moved when pushed. Just borrowed themes, wearing a face, thinking to borrow and not become a thing. Wisdom, is Patience in motion, its a watcher observing the weave to see It really is good' isn't it, Babe? Happy to offer my face to embody two sides of the same eternal coin, a blueprint, I take to the mats in me daily, to wrestle free the new skin I woke up in, and spread myself into the next. No attachment, a microworld with an atmosphere, akin to the one I walk within... In step with the assignment whether or not I'm aware of it. A place for every version, all in my hands which I wish to be. I open, the Living Book in my library... and rest my eyes in its contents... and sow, learn to code my own body free of the capstones placed to dam me from Truly Living? No effort needed, so I exert none, and womb up, letting the image gestate.... Into the whole, to interface with the peak, following the umbilical back to the Root... a warm breeze, blowing all relevance from me, so I can receive new spaces to add to my mansions daily. Bread, well fed, though you'd never know it. Watch from the surface, you might find yourself ready to sling some of your own paint. All part of the archetypal journey, a dance between destiny and fate, the primary stealing the prime meat from between the latter's teeth, because She was asked to by the mouth of two witnesses, the inner, and the outer man in agreement. #poema