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A picture is worth a thousand words. Models: Crystal and Chandra
Apparently you can adjust the settings on the teleporter to only beam up organic living tissue and not clothes – Model: Violet
Lightfall. Model: Jemstarlight Moon
Jemstarlight Moon, a celestial wanderer in the earthly expanse, basks beneath the lightfall.
In the wilderness’ embrace, she finds solace amidst the symphony of nature’s whispers.
A cascade of light descends upon her, each droplet a prism of shimmering hues.
Sparkling with cosmic grace, she drinks in the colors, each hue a potion for her soul’s nourishment.
Amidst this radiant deluge, she is bathed in love, a divine embrace from the universe above.
In this enchanted moment, Jemstarlight Moon becomes one with the wilderness’ song.
Intersexual Portal. Model: Jenn Michelle and Crystal Nicole
Kay Ace posing like the multi-armed goddess Durga, with help from Olinka Lickova and Jessa Ray Muse.
Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A
Church of the Potato People
In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,
A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.
Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,
As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.
Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,
In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.
The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,
Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.
But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,
A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.
She, an outsider, a radiant yam,
In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.
Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,
A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.
Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,
In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.
The potato people, unaware of her grace,
Continue their worship in the starchy space.
But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,
In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.
As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,
The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.
The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,
In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.
For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,
In the richness of differences, unity looms.
Potato people and yams, together they stand,
In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.
Tesla’s young protege Violet experimenting with high voltage electrostatic washes. Model: Violet
Hall of Nightmares and dreams of Cabinet of Dr. Caligari with @holesofdestiny
