~ Stucco Facades Of Rotten Architectural Skeletons ~

Images are conjured of rosy hope-inspiring rays..being gradually snuffled out by a encroaching frigid blackness of dust from a desert night - Interminable dark hours ripe with those sinister secrets as potent nightmarish monstrosities..

It's no surprise to discover that metaphor for this realm of extreme as a possible ultimate demise..
It could be likened to the first pale rays of dawn creeping above the horizon..

its successor the mighty Dark Night..

as there is only one way anything can go - unless it remains unchanged..

this yet..so majestic..

Who can say? Perhaps only time will tell,but one thing is for certain - the eagerly awaited is no slip towards the sunset..

As Mother rumbles her total disgust of human kinds touch upon her beautiful tender skin,she lets the colossal techtonic plates turn, twist & buckle into a clattering humpfest..

While this undoubtedly is unsettling,its easy to imagine it being rewarding given a more daring exploritory attitude to the elements she shares with us all, her art work in the making..
she spews molten liquid from elequent flowing fountains

makes stucco facades of rotten architectural skeletons upon this remarkably prolific world..

It's intentional ..like making conscious choices to advance,lets face it she's in overload mode..no longer able to maintain esque output levels without some cross-project seeping

either way this is common aesthtic's its the presentation of a stellar key

inimitably pretentious yet grandeur ..

with her bombastic volcanic blasts & vitriotic sounds spewed  up into the atmosphere...

when everything slots together,this is deep stuff,time changing & keeps things interesting...

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