It flows viscous, the brutal aggression of sixty five million years spent underground. An oil slick granted a strange sentience by a bolt of lightning--the carbon and oxygen aligning just right to form pathways that can carry thoughts, and feelings, and a pathological hatred for all human life. Hahaha, I'm kidding, that's ridiculous. It's magic.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday Stop Motion: Oily Shadows
It flows viscous, the brutal aggression of sixty five million years spent underground. An oil slick granted a strange sentience by a bolt of lightning--the carbon and oxygen aligning just right to form pathways that can carry thoughts, and feelings, and a pathological hatred for all human life. Hahaha, I'm kidding, that's ridiculous. It's magic.
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