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with the engagement of my posts comes the digital hallucination vomited onto the retinas. Surrealism is may be harmful if consumed improperly... Not the kind you see in museums with velvet ropes and whispering farts, but the kind that crawls out of the internet's ass crack at 3 AM. Glitches blooming like digital roses, pixels twisting into shapes that would make Dali choke on his mustache.

. It was transcendent and yet fleeting, to be chased down like a magic dragon... was something else. A beautiful, fucked-up accident. A testament to the imperfections of the machinery, used in less than perfect ways and for means more perfect than the sum of the parts...

The colors bled, warped. The composition defied logic, gravity, good taste. It was ugly, gloriously so. Like a train wreck in slow motion, you couldn't look away. You wanted to understand the chaos, the raw, untamed energy that pulsed from the screen.

Hear the clicks and clacks of the keyboardIt was the sound of the machine screaming, a symphony of errors, a masterpiece born from malfunction.