Datura: flower milk blood moon
with Alice Aster, Halo (Torre Alain), Jordan Dawson, Karl~William Klenk, Cassie Klenk, Willow O'Toole

Underground Flower

ꕥ in full via light harvesting complex ꕥ

Forget about the bugbears of the day, still..
slathered in glue and swathed, glowing within flies. I sweat and watched as the light hit the flex in your back while you lay mindlessly digging up our floorboards and realized, some hole had replaced you. Getting closer every second, threatening to pass / threatening to consume.
You lie there still, knowing only I stand here (still) to guard the aging process. A dog always returns to its vomit, or whatever. Such is our agreement, such are our roles; and we assume them.
karl~william klenk, drool tax jar

devoted husband to the paradise of delusion. cretin magician balancing suffering & rapture on his putrid cross. this cross, his own sordid flesh. a bleating of horns drown you in the distance
jordan dawson, the dirty chasm man

Here we find the little carnival horses with trailer trash and clippings of pornographic magazines convening together with swans and fragments of sea shells gotten from the bottom of the radioactive ocean floor.. I follow the instructions of interstellar matter to create non linear spaces of passionate embodied enchanted radiant devotion. In this way, the temptation of broken chain links and mutilated unwanted forms made holy and resignified is a form of materialist exorcism and surrealist insurrection.
alice aster, welcome to the pleasure center

like a sugared and feral doll, shoving cakes down my throat, mirror glass we stretch & moan & pull true. bathed in the same doll’s clothes, turned themselves into glass, pressed, one painted black with charms against mere lust, bone, flesh, can i be so wrong? movement sliding down the smiled imitation of everything, the angels came down and brought him back up, the clouds came and devoured me, groped like nails across a chalkboard, say you are. and here I am, worn with the missing pieces: the main purpose is to explore this eclipse. (G○d told me I can romanticize anything I want).
halo (torre alain), flower system: volty