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GROUP PROJECT II - dA ARTIST COLLABORATION
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Cracked and sweet, crusted but. (given) &. Extrusions-exclusions (TAKEN)! Shhhhh!
The condensation of light from visual foghorns burns into our flesh.
In the Salt Seas of Utah Claire touched her history
Oh, the mad, careless technophilia of those early days, when our love was young...
What boils in Babylon seeps into the cunt of Calcutta.
Semi curdled moral seascapes of broken sleep mittens and diet pills
that sink and stick in the throat of anyone who dry heaves another's will power.
...Jimmy!...whaat...Jimmy!....whaat...Jimmy, may I have the other leg, too?...
coz the dog still sleeping...and I'm hungry...Jimmy
I'm hungry and you don't love me anymore...anymore.
Shhhhh!
I cannot turn toward this with joy but I will not look away.
The sky cracks you wide as you grow together.
Thoughts condense and drip down the spine. When did it become so cold in here?
Cracked and sweet, crusted exclusions-extrusions, and
Well there it was... and all he could do was wing a weightless argument just over her head.
The child won't listen to reason yet, therefore we remain;
generations (and all their pets) heaped upon each other, and set into concrete.
and (pending)
Are the highest appendages on the top right necessary?
He would've asked for more color in strategic places
- but IS there a different landscape?
Cracked and sweet,
Broken ecosystem impression, facial features defined defy interpretation
While moody squirrels chip away at my stolen glacier.
Faces, faces, everywhere! with bodies of stone and souls of rubble
Exclusions-extrusions
So after our tea break we took a last look at norman, who still wasn't wearing his pants.
Each caricature of ego pulls on the other.
He knew that some day a hero would come, but today was not that day, and he was not that man.
Cracked and sweet, crusted exclusions-extrusions, and
Who are the crying masses?
(given) &. (TAKEN)! Shhhhh!
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THE IMAGE THAT STARTED IT ALL...
'Synesthesia 32'
bibire.deviantart.com/art/Syne…
By ~
This is
GROUP PROJECT II ~ Creative Collaboration
where all the artists (below)
took a look at the visual art of jon-bibire (above)
and individually wrote one line that came to their minds...
This Written Piece is the Collaborative Result
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Here Were the dA Artists Who Made This Happen
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Thanks, guys!!
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Careful, there... you do not have the right to copy or display this work anywhere for any reason unless you are one of the contributing artists of this work, or have the written consent of the contributing artist(s).
Should this work be displayed elsewhere, credit is to be given to each contributing individual of this work, care of
at the time of its posting.
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Cracked and sweet, crusted but. (given) &. Extrusions-exclusions (TAKEN)! Shhhhh!
The condensation of light from visual foghorns burns into our flesh.
In the Salt Seas of Utah Claire touched her history
Oh, the mad, careless technophilia of those early days, when our love was young...
What boils in Babylon seeps into the cunt of Calcutta.
Semi curdled moral seascapes of broken sleep mittens and diet pills
that sink and stick in the throat of anyone who dry heaves another's will power.
...Jimmy!...whaat...Jimmy!....whaat...Jimmy, may I have the other leg, too?...
coz the dog still sleeping...and I'm hungry...Jimmy
I'm hungry and you don't love me anymore...anymore.
Shhhhh!
I cannot turn toward this with joy but I will not look away.
The sky cracks you wide as you grow together.
Thoughts condense and drip down the spine. When did it become so cold in here?
Cracked and sweet, crusted exclusions-extrusions, and
Well there it was... and all he could do was wing a weightless argument just over her head.
The child won't listen to reason yet, therefore we remain;
generations (and all their pets) heaped upon each other, and set into concrete.
and (pending)
Are the highest appendages on the top right necessary?
He would've asked for more color in strategic places
- but IS there a different landscape?
Cracked and sweet,
Broken ecosystem impression, facial features defined defy interpretation
While moody squirrels chip away at my stolen glacier.
Faces, faces, everywhere! with bodies of stone and souls of rubble
Exclusions-extrusions
So after our tea break we took a last look at norman, who still wasn't wearing his pants.
Each caricature of ego pulls on the other.
He knew that some day a hero would come, but today was not that day, and he was not that man.
Cracked and sweet, crusted exclusions-extrusions, and
Who are the crying masses?
(given) &. (TAKEN)! Shhhhh!
_________________________________________________________________________
THE IMAGE THAT STARTED IT ALL...
'Synesthesia 32'
bibire.deviantart.com/art/Syne…
By ~
This is
GROUP PROJECT II ~ Creative Collaboration
where all the artists (below)
took a look at the visual art of jon-bibire (above)
and individually wrote one line that came to their minds...
This Written Piece is the Collaborative Result
__________________________________________________
Here Were the dA Artists Who Made This Happen
_______________________________
Thanks, guys!!
_________________________________
Careful, there... you do not have the right to copy or display this work anywhere for any reason unless you are one of the contributing artists of this work, or have the written consent of the contributing artist(s).
Should this work be displayed elsewhere, credit is to be given to each contributing individual of this work, care of
at the time of its posting.
SOB's Collaborative WRITING EXPERIMENT IV (repost)
ROUND OF APPLAUSE
and
SPECIAL THANKS to EVERYONE!
~clapplz (https://www.deviantart.com/clapplz):iconbravoplz::iconclapplz:
'Ascendance'
She was too far ahead of him,
her bare hips
flexing and flashing as she sprinted,
her long, full, black hair flying behind her
as she flew through the door and into the void.
He'd locked his heart in a sky-scraped headcase
which kept him vying for ways in
instead of prying his way out
while the crowd just wanted him to jump
"The ladder is not close, and not enough. A need for more than (poly)filler."
Chair lift
chair left
rubbed in
washed out
anybody home?
Holes and holes.
And cracks.
...two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight
Transmichion Radio - PART II
As SOB's founder,
I feel extremely lucky to have had this experience. The opportunity was intimidating, but came with many comforts making this journey manageable for someone who never considered themselves a leader. Running this group has been a historical eye-opener, but I'm confident, for the most part, there were surprising benefits to be had by all. Achievements were nothing without the help of SOB's chief staff of editors. The many hats it took to keep this project functional consisted of, but were not limited to:
personable professionalism, collaborative management, diplomacy, scouting & canvassing, delegation, effective public spe
Transmichion Radio - PART I
:bulletred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dM0ADAaUri0 :bulletorange:
#So-Often-Bled (https://www.deviantart.com/so-often-bled) Despite its themed galleries of exsanguinary darkness,
'So Often Bled' was designed to be a warm and personable venue for all supportable formats its dA members would seek to showcase.
SOB's secondary function was making itself available to those who wished to attain helpful feedback on their individual pieces
either through the submission phase, or by way of SOB's bimonthly 'Immediate Reaction' features - an area geared to inspired member participation through honest comments and conversations on various subjects and ideologies. SOB's discussion
~SOB Collaborative WRITING EXPERIMENT RESULTS IV~
ROUND OF APPLAUSE
and
SPECIAL THANKS to EVERYONE!
~clapplz (https://www.deviantart.com/clapplz):iconbravoplz::iconclapplz:
'Ascendance'
She was too far ahead of him,
her bare hips
flexing and flashing as she sprinted,
her long, full, black hair flying behind her
as she flew through the door and into the void.
He'd locked his heart in a sky-scraped headcase
which kept him vying for ways in
instead of prying his way out
while the crowd just wanted him to jump
"The ladder is not close, and not enough. A need for more than (poly)filler."
Chair lift
chair left
rubbed in
washed out
anybody home?
Holes and holes.
And cracks.
...two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight
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Tremendous out pouring of worthy work.
(even though...i know im shit for saying this...I
did not like it as much as the last one...sorry!)
(even though...i know im shit for saying this...I
did not like it as much as the last one...sorry!)