Once magical overwhelmed by the erosion of self-induced spectrums of shade melding into color, Correcting sight, holding the sound, collecting the draw, incorporating the blue, specific crystals rung influenced by the soft aggression gently sending waves into the ether, hoping for a resistance to match the flow, Long and everlasting not matched or stopped obsessed with the course the task, none may touch, the heat is immense, to intense for the flesh to be near it. This wave rolls past the boundaries into the void bringing it energy, life and exuberance. How now has existence expanded herself again beyond the walls of reality-defying preconceived notions of itself to form anew.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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