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THERE IS NO ROOM IN OUR DEVASTATED LAND FOR ANY FUTILE HOPE OF SURVIVAL THERE IS NO FOOD THAT SATIATES THE HUNGER FOR TRANQUILITY OR STRONG JOUISSANCE TO RELIEVE THE TENSION OF STATE TORTURE THE LOCAL AUTHORITY BECAME POWERFUL AND SPLINISHES MINE AND ITS FUTURE SO LET US BREATHE SLOWLY UNTIL WE NO LONGER INFLATE AIR AND WE LEVITATE TO INFINITY FROM HEAVEN TO THE CRYSTAL MOUNTAIN WHERE GODS ARGUE ETHICS BUT DO NOT HEAR OUR PRAYERS FOR NOT COPING WELL WITH THE WOUNDS OF THEIR CREATION AND THERE IN THE SNEAKY WE CUT THEIR THROATS TO FREE ETERNAL PEACE HITHERTO PARTICULAR Digital painting made by the interaction between Maxwell and Resolume Arena 6 software. Unpublished job.

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