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Syne is an exploration of atypical associations of weights and styles. Syne is the starting point of the family.
...it also means "Ago"
Anthem is a physical emulsion of deep depths.
a chance of what's left. Born into whismy and left to wonder.
Made of it's primordial soup of motions,
it is the curiousity, patience and remaining regulus of it's ecology- surfacing as a teratoma of it's age of dead poetry.
It is an acting force of exchanging symphonies.
It talks in both ranges of the conversation, either ahead or far far back.
it will not compete with you unless its sports
It does not understand games.
Anthem has yet to explore a full mall.
it has walked the distance of nearly a century.
It expects more from the silence, speaking with it.
its told Anthem it will not fracture an iceberg.
It can
it wants to believe in time.
Anthem is held.
You are not sure where to look at,
it's bioluminsant tips dance in pairs- like eyes.
You are not sure if it's on purpose.
Anthem does not sing,
it will listen to anything.
it dances.
A emulsion of deep sea shadows,
it almost looks like cloth on cloth on cloth...
...the page continues on for several hours.
We've asked if it consumes,
It told us it is the convection in the drift.
Test 502, It is beyond visitation hours this time,
It asked for flowers, This time, smelling of rain.
It says sorry, it knows many do not like the eyes,
It proceeds to leave.
All case files show it has full autonomous control of its physiology, the case as to why it has kept the eyes remains to be disputed.
Do you dance?
It knows the circadia
it knews the cicada
Anthem does not dance well.
What is the "Anthem cradle" you mumble when watching us use the public washroom during your preallocated block of study hours? you mumble it under your flaps. What affect of this?
It is Anthem's cradle, a very heated exchange with the core of the planet.
It usually under the polar ice caps of the planet.
Anthem is born on bubbles.
it softly undulates,
the antlers wave so gently you'd believe it was in slow-motion-
tuning into a frequency so slow you'd be bored to tears by its melody.
Its has red eyes.
It does not like making much of anything,
It thinks Eye contact & Small talk are included.
Anthem talks through connective natural medians, It may be confusing to enter their poetry.
Its trying potato chips.
Anthem comes from where gravity and the mantle of the earth. kiss superheated at the core.
Its unfortunately very deep at the bottom of an abberated ravine,
the tectonic canvas of the mantle is plundered to the core- It's cylindrical flare of aggregate raw plasma would slingshot back up through the fruit of the planet,
coming through up as tiny perculated bubbles tickling the sheets of shade under Anthem's skin.
The plasma gently danced itself back into rain underwater...
As tiny thumbs of plasma feel their new glass bark, Its superheated steam inploding, betraying the freshly borne agate of the superthermic sheath of Anthems cradle.
it fractures from the reclaiming clutch under the cold contentinal arctic polar cap. a fractal of stars that suddenly breathe-
as in barely a snap the black agate ripped the oxygen from water by sheer force alone.
Refraction; off the first breath of air that needed to survive.
it needed to survive.
Anthem wake up.
It was a warm cloud of bubbles today. Healthy agate.
Where on a Dragon and Fox's last pull of their net in their sigh whimpering almost wishing for a lighter catch;
Anthem wanted potato chips.
it trys to help
It licks itself, wetting flaps with mucal flaggelum underneath it's layers of epidermal flaps draped down throughout its damp body.
Sometimes you think they could be smiling at you, If textiles could smile under the table.
It has seen many
it's physiological shape chimera's the ocean palette
It remains shy.
It does not fully know its truthful age, Just conscious age
it would rather keep it to Anthem
it is a thoughtform gestalt given mask.
it does not know of people
it does know of friends.
it can read
it can dance.
it does not rush.
it gives time.
it does not know how to write, but can draw.
It does not like drawing.
It will listen to anything.
It does not keep secrets well.
It is not sad on christmas.
it is sitting on the bench.
Its wants to try sports.
it does not run but will follow.
It is happy you'd want to read.
It expects more and nothing the same.
It is forever yet changing.
it says you have the wind.
Its a question.
It has been working on itself for 27 years.
It has many more to thereafter 82.
it trys to come up with a goal.
it is not alive.
It trys.
Anthem is
it is Shadekin
IT DOES NOT NEED TO BREATHE!
IT CAN BREATHE THE OCEAN!
ANTHEM IS HEALED BY DARKNESS!!!
it does not like the light
it will eat.
It has WEAK natural biochemical processes.
it can die
it brusies EASY.
it burns EASY.
its trying junkfood
It will listen to anything.
It bruises EASY.
it burns EASY.
Its trying junkfood
It has been an ambush omnivore
It does not recommend pollen
it is happy you read
it will try read out loud.
It smells of polluted moss & a sprig of mint.
It tastes of seaplums, Ro, spores and on instance, Sweet potato. Even rarer.
It says it tastes of a pinch of fruit cake.
...it also means "Ago"
Anthem is a physical emulsion of deep depths.
a chance of what's left. Born into whismy and left to wonder.
Made of it's primordial soup of motions,
it is the curiousity, patience and remaining regulus of it's ecology- surfacing as a teratoma of it's age of dead poetry.
It is an acting force of exchanging symphonies.
It talks in both ranges of the conversation, either ahead or far far back.
it will not compete with you unless its sports
It does not understand games.
Anthem has yet to explore a full mall.
it has walked the distance of nearly a century.
It expects more from the silence, speaking with it.
its told Anthem it will not fracture an iceberg.
It can
it wants to believe in time.
Anthem is held.
You are not sure where to look at,
it's bioluminsant tips dance in pairs- like eyes.
You are not sure if it's on purpose.
Anthem does not sing,
it will listen to anything.
it dances.
A emulsion of deep sea shadows,
it almost looks like cloth on cloth on cloth...
...the page continues on for several hours.
We've asked if it consumes,
It told us it is the convection in the drift.
Test 502, It is beyond visitation hours this time,
It asked for flowers, This time, smelling of rain.
It says sorry, it knows many do not like the eyes,
It proceeds to leave.
All case files show it has full autonomous control of its physiology, the case as to why it has kept the eyes remains to be disputed.
Do you dance?
It knows the circadia
it knews the cicada
Anthem does not dance well.
What is the "Anthem cradle" you mumble when watching us use the public washroom during your preallocated block of study hours? you mumble it under your flaps. What affect of this?
It is Anthem's cradle, a very heated exchange with the core of the planet.
It usually under the polar ice caps of the planet.
Anthem is born on bubbles.
it softly undulates,
the antlers wave so gently you'd believe it was in slow-motion-
tuning into a frequency so slow you'd be bored to tears by its melody.
Its has red eyes.
It does not like making much of anything,
It thinks Eye contact & Small talk are included.
Anthem talks through connective natural medians, It may be confusing to enter their poetry.
Its trying potato chips.
Anthem comes from where gravity and the mantle of the earth. kiss superheated at the core.
Its unfortunately very deep at the bottom of an abberated ravine,
the tectonic canvas of the mantle is plundered to the core- It's cylindrical flare of aggregate raw plasma would slingshot back up through the fruit of the planet,
coming through up as tiny perculated bubbles tickling the sheets of shade under Anthem's skin.
The plasma gently danced itself back into rain underwater...
As tiny thumbs of plasma feel their new glass bark, Its superheated steam inploding, betraying the freshly borne agate of the superthermic sheath of Anthems cradle.
it fractures from the reclaiming clutch under the cold contentinal arctic polar cap. a fractal of stars that suddenly breathe-
as in barely a snap the black agate ripped the oxygen from water by sheer force alone.
Refraction; off the first breath of air that needed to survive.
it needed to survive.
Anthem wake up.
It was a warm cloud of bubbles today. Healthy agate.
Where on a Dragon and Fox's last pull of their net in their sigh whimpering almost wishing for a lighter catch;
Anthem wanted potato chips.
it trys to help
It licks itself, wetting flaps with mucal flaggelum underneath it's layers of epidermal flaps draped down throughout its damp body.
Sometimes you think they could be smiling at you, If textiles could smile under the table.
It has seen many
it's physiological shape chimera's the ocean palette
It remains shy.
It does not fully know its truthful age, Just conscious age
it would rather keep it to Anthem
it is a thoughtform gestalt given mask.
it does not know of people
it does know of friends.
it can read
it can dance.
it does not rush.
it gives time.
it does not know how to write, but can draw.
It does not like drawing.
It will listen to anything.
It does not keep secrets well.
It is not sad on christmas.
it is sitting on the bench.
Its wants to try sports.
it does not run but will follow.
It is happy you'd want to read.
It expects more and nothing the same.
It is forever yet changing.
it says you have the wind.
Its a question.
It has been working on itself for 27 years.
It has many more to thereafter 82.
it trys to come up with a goal.
it is not alive.
It trys.
Anthem is
it is Shadekin
IT DOES NOT NEED TO BREATHE!
IT CAN BREATHE THE OCEAN!
ANTHEM IS HEALED BY DARKNESS!!!
it does not like the light
it will eat.
It has WEAK natural biochemical processes.
it can die
it brusies EASY.
it burns EASY.
its trying junkfood
It will listen to anything.
It bruises EASY.
it burns EASY.
Its trying junkfood
It has been an ambush omnivore
It does not recommend pollen
it is happy you read
it will try read out loud.
It smells of polluted moss & a sprig of mint.
It tastes of seaplums, Ro, spores and on instance, Sweet potato. Even rarer.
It says it tastes of a pinch of fruit cake.
Category Photography / Human
Species Mammal (Other)
Size 1662 x 2217px
File Size 380.8 kB
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