By the flying spaghetti monster what wonders do emerge from this interweb of ours. It never ceases to amaze me the flotsam and jetsam that finds its way onto my screen and into my heart. what it all means...the heart part i mean...not the screen...the screen is what the screen is. it provides.. infinite monkeys and all that. what it all means i do not know. Case in point, in one single beautiful day i stumbled across Thomas Doyle...the man of mayhem behind this absolute beauty, absolute horror show of an art exhibition called Distillation Series:
and this masterpiece by an uberdork that goes by the name Silent:
to be continued...
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