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We have left the bunkers, fuelled up, and are to the savannah, to free roam for a time. The original forest is in the distance, Varosha Resort out there somewhere.

These places are a nexus of fragments and scattered remains. With its strange grasslands and nebulous island in-worlds, and nestled between savage and savant, the savannah is the ideal human environment. The fable bridges a gentle way across.

M. L. Darling intends this space as an opportunity to follow the veins of fable across a landscape with a simian commitment to an aesthetic of evolutionary dreaming.

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Your contributions are welcome.

email: morpheusdrlng@gmail.com


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Shape shifter in search of coordinates.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Morph 50 Post

[...] he used his wings to go to others to help them in their dreams. He also used his wings to carry his father to his dream world to keep him safe in a cave next to the river of forgetfulness.


50 Poems in the long night of the Savendi.


A bridge head of Bunker Fuel


Angel Headed Hipsters


Cassidy and Florry dancing in the foreground


The Star's My Destination


Fabuli Savendi Half-Centurions 2009!


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