Artiste les tordus
the third eye video
A singular thinker ... To be where not to be, the question as well as the answer are some words that belong to the past now. Sitting on a mountain of filth alone tangible proof of the remains of a so-called intelligent life form, he thinks ... Does she a Rodin thinker of the future he contemplates of it's three eyes the bone ball that contained the map and the hard drive of his predecessor. A tiny thin layer of sand is enough to conceal the most precious treasures of the entire universe ... If the eyes can only perceive the sand ... The spell is cast, the spell is cast .Aléa jacta est. Crazy assembling liars, meeting promising incontinent ... Life seems to be lost. Your myopic eyes the taste of his light. How long? How many people? How much blood? Before that resolves the story of a useless metaphor. Sad river. River of sad water, the pond overflows, the dam gives way. Small duck does not wedge any more ... Sometimes the story immolates, wobbles, this bursitis, it creates this stirring which changes the course and this veil ... evening, one night and then all seemed possible nothing more to alter that dream. We called light that was ... LUX.
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the third eye video
A singular thinker ... To be where not to be, the question as well as the answer are some words that belong to the past now. Sitting on a mountain of filth alone tangible proof of the remains of a so-called intelligent life form, he thinks ... Does she a Rodin thinker of the future he contemplates of it's three eyes the bone ball that contained the map and the hard drive of his predecessor. A tiny thin layer of sand is enough to conceal the most precious treasures of the entire universe ... If the eyes can only perceive the sand ... The spell is cast, the spell is cast .Aléa jacta est. Crazy assembling liars, meeting promising incontinent ... Life seems to be lost. Your myopic eyes the taste of his light. How long? How many people? How much blood? Before that resolves the story of a useless metaphor. Sad river. River of sad water, the pond overflows, the dam gives way. Small duck does not wedge any more ... Sometimes the story immolates, wobbles, this bursitis, it creates this stirring which changes the course and this veil ... evening, one night and then all seemed possible nothing more to alter that dream. We called light that was ... LUX.
-Ro Algonquin- #Artiste #les #tordus #Artistelestordus #Artiste_les_tordus #metalart #metalwork #metalsculptor #metalsculpture #weldingart #weldingsculpture #artist #metalartist #scrapart #scrapmetalart #robot #robotart#collector#third #eye#recycledart #recycledsculpture #sculpture