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Annuit cœptis September 2, 2015

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, Metamorphosis, The Narrative, The Odd, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
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Blood or rose. No matter. Life in all its mechanical horror watches over us, with the potential to unleash without warning moments of beauty indecipherable to those who do not see the glory in this image. Tiger, tiger…burning…in red weather.

Yang Jian. Arges. Horus.

Among us.

Annuit cœptis.

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