Estados Alterados

 

A vortex pulls my viscera turning them inside out. Paint comes out of my guts and transforms into explosions of color that construct deconstructed forms.

Ser
Observing
Mezcolanza
Es Un El
Disparo
Mona
Caras Vemos Corazones No Sabemos
Estado Alterado
Dumped

Estados Alterados: Bile Era

Bloody Lips
La Negrura De Tus Ojos
Bile Boy
I Told A Stranger

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