Oaken [2015-10-26 01:13:43 +0000 UTC]
sheared hair of an albino, mixed in plaster, knitted and snarled across the canvas, like a wilting spider's web. a gritty dimension of black pipes and dark construction, a deeper well that the magic of albino threads climb toward as a strangling white weed, hungry. all in vain, the black goes on and on, beyond sight and impenetrable.
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