* I could never have recourse to the jabberings of law, as I know justice resides only in my own sacred hand. For I have tasted the salt, the pure red warmth of truth. I can hear a voice, my own heartbeats thunder, like no other being, like no more silence. It seems I have choice, but what stays my hand could be any small thing, any symbolic change of wind, as fate is subtle, I can smell it in the air. I can feel its unrelenting plunder. * |
Fraxellation
is available for hire for commercial purposes only on an individual basis as the formulae are closed source. All these images of cyber art can be integrated into video, or synchronised with music as moving fractals. For further enquiries e-mail: Jon@poseidons.net |
Title:
Copper Peaches |
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