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• History proceeding in screams of cold metal criss-crossing a world heavy with desperate deserters; stacked strawy wigs & hats, shoveling coal unto alivetime’s horizons. In reply, signals sprout… Looming, hurtling through trees, out of the dark… trembling, skating in on the spectacle’s marionette arks… rafting over imagery on a constructivist frame, surviving on abstract elements, grafted everyplace, graphically, grifters juggling coals, climbing out of a tomb of long-ago cremated air, splashing around cherry juice from shot-thru chests, no longer just any bleeding hearts, but alivetime’s horizonCopy
• HST autochrome photo reels of a close up History proceeding dawnless machinized thru screams of cold metal criss-crossing a disowned world of rentiers heavy with desperate deserters; stacked strawy wigs & hats, shoveling coal towards voracious camera eyes unto alivetime’s horizons. In reply, signals sprout… Brandishing tools of war... Looming, hurtling through trees, out of the dark… trembling, skating in on the spectacle’s marionette arks… rafting over imagery on a constructivist frame, surviving on abstract elements, grafted everyplace, graphically, grifters juggling coals, climbing out of a tomb of long-ago cremated air, splashing around cherry juice from shot-thru chests, no longer just any bleeding hearts, but alivetime’s horizons reconfiguringCopy
• HST autochrome photo reels oHistory proceeding in screams of cold metal criss-crossing a world heavy with a wild diversity of desperate photorealistic deserters; meanwhile, in tacitly dimensioned ghosty borders, our time schedulers get re-engineered by an enthusiast, ‘Konstantin Ivanov’, a sortova Lenin disguised in stacking strawy wigs & hats, onto their flaps & caps jerry-rigged cyber-limbs quickly shoveling dialectically-synthesized coal unto alivetime’s horizons. In reply, signals sprout… Looming, hurtling through trees, out of the dark… diffusely trembling, skating in on hybrid spectacles' marionette arks… else, drifting over bottomless cosmic-size imagery basins, rafting in on brane-like constructivist frames fed on abstractions manually snapped & stuffed into rear-end perked transparent pipelines, from frontal breath-holes spewing everyplace, graphically, or juggled as coals, Guy Debord grins, climbing out of a tomb of long-ago cremated air, splashing around cherry juice from a shot-thru chest, no longer a bleeding heart, but alivetime’s horizon, diversities of characteristics, face galleries, candid human catalogues shot on cell phones and pinned unto proto-historical musing walls like the wingy pattern corpses of Nabokovian butterfliesCopy
• HST style autochrome horror analog IMG_1099.CR2 film photograph of 1917 Petrograd during the October revolution with twelve bolshevik red guards walking through snowy avenues at night in a wild windy blizzard, text caption: snowstorm, snowbanks, starved miserable hound dog drags behind them with tail tucked, the guards have rifles over shoulders, blemished wrinkled textured faces, expressionist horror, expressive, aiming at phantom scary shadows around phantasmagoric avenues and snowbanks, text caption: IMG_1004.CR2 kodachromeCopy