01/11/2020
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Dark symbiosis
Willam Pugh's mission is to destroy all plants on earth completely. Although there were some potted plants in the premises of his video game development company "Crows Crows Crows", but only for the purpose of their study, only to destroy them completely later. In the Brooklyn laboratory of "House of Cherry Bomb", Maria McElroy and Alexis Karl extracted a virtual boss for Pughs' mission from a one-metre high, forty-headed Hydra.
Before the invisible reincarnation of the rival, cognac crawls up golden-blond, glistening titanium tobacco leaves, diffusing over spicy chestnut honey, which drips sluggishly from there to the ground. Flickeringly, it flickers already in the room, strikes six-petalled flower heads in front of the tobacco, filling the picture and disappears for fractions of a second behind the brown leaves again, millions of times per minute, mediating: Here is a flower.
Soon the leaves dry out, the tobacco becomes harsher, runs warmly animal-like down the threads of the ether of dark musk. And all this is probably done to moderate her, to give her impetuous tongue a form, to gently tame her narcotic tendency, to hide the beauty in wolf's clothing. Long ago, in the shadows of tobacco and musk, the tall, dark daughter of Agave rose, the heavy, sweet tuberose, which bravely resisted the other aromas, turning blue despite the restraining amber, shimmering like ylang ylang with tobacco and actually reminiscent of fruity coffee. This plant cannot completely destroy anything here, even the traces of smoke that condense at close range still carry its essence for several hours and even when it is gone, it is not forgotten, the amazingly harmonious dark symbiosis of tobacco, resin and tuberose.
(With thanks to Yatagan)
Before the invisible reincarnation of the rival, cognac crawls up golden-blond, glistening titanium tobacco leaves, diffusing over spicy chestnut honey, which drips sluggishly from there to the ground. Flickeringly, it flickers already in the room, strikes six-petalled flower heads in front of the tobacco, filling the picture and disappears for fractions of a second behind the brown leaves again, millions of times per minute, mediating: Here is a flower.
Soon the leaves dry out, the tobacco becomes harsher, runs warmly animal-like down the threads of the ether of dark musk. And all this is probably done to moderate her, to give her impetuous tongue a form, to gently tame her narcotic tendency, to hide the beauty in wolf's clothing. Long ago, in the shadows of tobacco and musk, the tall, dark daughter of Agave rose, the heavy, sweet tuberose, which bravely resisted the other aromas, turning blue despite the restraining amber, shimmering like ylang ylang with tobacco and actually reminiscent of fruity coffee. This plant cannot completely destroy anything here, even the traces of smoke that condense at close range still carry its essence for several hours and even when it is gone, it is not forgotten, the amazingly harmonious dark symbiosis of tobacco, resin and tuberose.
(With thanks to Yatagan)
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