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Abit of a vent pic I guess, but mainly the prelude to a little personal series of self reflecting images. as I like to call, The Sliced heart inspector series, Not to be confused with clock worth or mattie, this another manifestation taking a close form of him. Infact, this is abit of serious image, outside of any story I,v made, truthfully just self reflection, appose to any thing else.

The heart slice inspector, A tool in which I will use to express profound unsolved issues of the pass that still today hunt me, and which is preventing me from moving on.. there is a reason why all my work best work is of pain, darkness, death and chaos, a mix anger, complexed emotions and thoughts, and the total absents of colour. all of which have lead to unheard self-destructive habits and the creations of thoughts so vile you honestly would wonder why you even speak to me. I have lot of build up inside of me these years, I think its time to move on, I feel such a thing can only be achieved with the method I,v only known to express things, black and inks. So, for a while some more then usual extreme images will appear now and then, you simply just need to look at it and understand. This is one is pretty easy to follow, myself sitting calmly as my very own heart lays on the platter, sliced perfectly as a mechanical man made of projectors and gears holds high a peace, shining a bright beam like a theatre projector the images of pain, sorrow and loneliness dance apron the walls, I sit and watch and ponder, and ponder, as each slice is picked and shune apron. thus the beginning of the End.

Description
Abit of a vent pic I guess, but mainly the prelude to a little personal series of self reflecting images. as I like to call, The Sliced heart inspector series, Not to be confused with clock worth or mattie, this another manifestation taking a close form of him. Infact, this is abit of serious image, outside of any story I,v made, truthfully just self reflection, appose to any thing else.

The heart slice inspector, A tool in which I will use to express profound unsolved issues of the pass that still today hunt me, and which is preventing me from moving on.. there is a reason why all my work best work is of pain, darkness, death and chaos, a mix anger, complexed emotions and thoughts, and the total absents of colour. all of which have lead to unheard self-destructive habits and the creations of thoughts so vile you honestly would wonder why you even speak to me. I have lot of build up inside of me these years, I think its time to move on, I feel such a thing can only be achieved with the method I,v only known to express things, black and inks. So, for a while some more then usual extreme images will appear now and then, you simply just need to look at it and understand. This is one is pretty easy to follow, myself sitting calmly as my very own heart lays on the platter, sliced perfectly as a mechanical man made of projectors and gears holds high a peace, shining a bright beam like a theatre projector the images of pain, sorrow and loneliness dance apron the walls, I sit and watch and ponder, and ponder, as each slice is picked and shune apron. thus the beginning of the End.