IDEAPATHY

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𝖘 𝖎 𝖑 𝖊 𝖓 𝖈 𝖊 𝖎 𝖓 𝖙 𝖊 𝖗 𝖑 𝖚 𝖉 𝖊

Angels cry out from the deep in old tongues your people no longer care to learn. This is what they warn of, in that lost tongue: A place which contains everything, yet is comprised of nothing. That is the mist. An inner #space which stretches to no limit, whose nooks belie ravines and in which the distance between molecules is as similarly vast as that between particulates or heavenly bodies. The place where the third Ark resides, between gray folds, between molecules, between minds which could never be filled, only continually imagined and debated, populated with a host of items and nether-objects to whom the material planes were no better home. Who would claim dominion? There are few #brave enough, and none fool enough. Only a creature born of mist can stride it, so it was written and so it is. Only a handful of souls birthed into cold dusk earn names. And from those, only a few rise. Only a few dive the deeper pools, only a few thrive. [You] have many names for [us], those who, from time to time, saddle mares, set sights and summon nerve, plunging headlong into #nightmare nothing, shields set forth, eyes shut tight against the gale. They ask nothing in return. #IDEAPATHY #lore #reallifefiction

NO QUARTER ‡ NO CONCORD ‡ NO ARDOR ‡ NO FEALTY MALACHAR THE MAW So the inscription read. Those who came close enough to read the words were not chosen, simply permitted, and not pure of heart but earnest in intention and therefore spared the crushing maw. The letters were chasms unto themselves, as large as I am tall and impeccably emblazoned, either heat-engraved or formed into the original cast itself. Elder smiths warned that ascendant craftsmanship always shed its Earthly qualities, that the most elegant designs and cleverest technologies eventually crossed a point of impossibility, at which point they became indistinguishable from magic. So it seemed. As with all things, those that were written are (or have been, or shall be), and as such, this was Malachar’s fate. NO QUARTER ‡ NO CONCORD ‡ NO ARDOR ‡ NO FEALTY In flesh, the creature had been more impressive than any like, his mane darker and richer than creamed porters, and his roar full, long and proud. Travelers caught upon it from miles away, and the subaudible vibrations set them on edge, though their ears could not hear and their eyes were no wiser. The beast was so massive that a single claw held the weight of a breeding duskmare. When he strode it seemed impossible that he should ever move, so instead the whole #earth spun beneath him. Now, between #life and death, betwixt flesh and aether, there was no better place for such a creature than the gloom. Malachar the Maw, sole guardian of the Ark of the Penintent, thrall of the high priestesses. Yet another mithril soul aging in the long dark. Sentenced to rend the flesh of any who might trespass upon its sanctum, that their #blood might seed the mist. Awaiting, as we all do, the final unveiling so that he may be reborn when the web is woven anew. NO QUARTER ‡ NO CONCORD ‡ NO ARDOR ‡ NO FEALTY No #love for sapiens and no contempt either. Just an ever-present, indiscriminate, all-gnawing #hunger for the flesh of the unrepentant, who might desecrate the ark with their refusal. No #quarter. No concord. No #ardor. No fealty.

Ode to a city that never left me.

Her emissaries: The birds, the bees & filtered light of trees sent acinder - 2

I've never spoken with god, only her emissaries. - 1

@ideapathy #000000 #ffffff

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Sick and tired of the #numbers scheme 💹. I bide time and lay low but those who know can see I'm bursting at the seams. 😷

t u n n e l v I s I o n s (at Hollywood Ave. Beach)

Don't blind yourself because others lack vision. For the blind, three-eyes are a terror, incomprehensible. #eyesontarget #IDEAPATHY 🎯 (at Chicago, Illinois)

They say I'm the #villain. I'm starting to believe it.

I might lose my life in this #city. (at The city of Chicago, Illinois)

FORBIDDEN ZONE . . . #IDEAPATHY #clouds #bw #ffffff #000000 #photoshop

“Forbidden Zone” (2015~2017??) (2/3) . . . Middle panel. Getting some questions about my process. I either hit the field with the intention of shooting something specific to realize a fantasy or I fire at will, sit on the photos and return later for re-interpretation. Usually IG posts are old to me, new to you. You may have noticed the photos are a vehicle for writing. Or whatever. I’ve taken every photo you see here and written every caption. Please don’t ask again. Sometimes the words precede the image, sometimes it’s the opposite. I took the base image for this piece sitting in BWI waiting for a flight to KEF in 2015 w/ my valkyries @juno_wolf and @eyceebe. The original image was much larger but one of my messier panoramas. Chopped it down to something reasonable (30x10in). Didn’t do the color edit till couple months ago. Putting it out now. Still messy. . . . The preceding 5 rows of sci-fi-fi/bw landscapes flesh out the backstory. Flash fiction. (Forgive me if that’s obvious I’m never sure who’s picking up what but if you’re viewing closely, this belongs to you: ⭐️). Those images were created the past month while traveling. They leapt out as a way to imagine what the synthetic brain of this craft might be experiencing, seeing, what the onboard computers would record across flight vectors. What would a semi-sentient biomachine based on the neural networks of a veteran pilot experience on a trans-dimensional recon mission? Not putting the rest of the writing out right now. Will go on the site later when I figure out how I want to present the old jawns and the new season of work. I suck at that. Still don’t have the 💰or the ⏱ to realize my ideas in full. Fuck excuses, don’t get the wrong idea. I’m outside engaging in extracurriculars so I can live all the lives I like prior to bell toll. If I get a couple more years we’ll inhabit worlds together. If not, scroll down. The answers are there. But anyway. Gotta go bottle some tincture. Thanks for listening. Be safe in the city tonight. 👤💭🛫🖤

"The Forbidden Zone" (2015~2017) (2/3) . . . Middle panel. Getting some questions about my process. I either go out with the intention of capturing something specific to realize a fantasy, or I fire at will, sit on the photos and come back to them months/years later for re-interpretation. Usually what I'm posting is old to me, new to you. You may have noticed I use photos as a vehicle for writing. Or whatever. I've taken every photo you see here and written every caption. Please don't ask me ever again. Sometimes the words precede the image. Sometimes it's the opposite. I took the base image for this piece sitting in BWI waiting for a flight to KEF in 2015 w/ my slimes @juno_wolf and @eyceebe. The original image was much larger but one of my messier panoramas. Chopped it down to something reasonable (30x10). Didn't do the color edit till couple months ago. Putting it out now. Still messy. The preceding 5 rows of bw/sci-fi images flesh out the backstory for the flash fiction I wrote for this piece. (Forgive me if that's obvious I'm never sure who's viewing closely but if you're rockin this is yours: ⭐️). Those images were all created over the past month while I was traveling. They leapt out as a way to imagine what the brain of this craft might be seeing, what the onboard computers would be recording. What would a semi-sentient biomachine sent on a transdimensional recon mission experience? Not putting out the rest of the writing right now. Will go on the site later when I figure out how I want to present this new season of work. I suck at that. Still don't have the 💰 or ⏱ to realize my ideas in full but fuck excuses, so I'm outside engaging in extracurriculars. Instagram is just the start, one branch. If I live a couple more years we'll inhabit worlds together. But anyway gotta go bottle some tincture. Thanks for listening. Be safe in the city tonight. #IDEAS 👤🖤🛫💭