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A film fully shot in infrared.

"ROTATIVE LEVITATOR
(Version number 6,325,901)

No omen in a call, it's still a sign,
a faraway, reviled delivery.
Assay a way arts air, a radar's tine,
risen urn, inward, rife, no laniary.

Beryl, one rock, core pods laid rotative,
layer gyrator's timer, ever apt,
a gift, part saved, I bide, yaw. Still, I give
no one vigil. Lit, swayed, I bide, vast, rapt.

Fig at par ever emits rotary grey,
a levitator dial, dope rock core.
No lyre by rain, a lone fir drawn in rune.

Siren, its radar–aria stray away:
Assay reviled delivery, a war;
a fang is all: it's still a canine moon."

– Pedro Poitevin (via)

For a brief window of time.

"I love that the Appalachians are part of the same mountain range as the mountains of Scotland, I love that those mountains are older than bones, I love that the last woolly mammoth died after the pyramids were built, the world is just so strange and I love learning about it." --@sketchesbyboze

Blackshields.