Vindaloo Weekend 6: Wrath in the Ink

Peaceful Tempers at the Brink

Infotoxin peddlers and psychic vampires are in no position to dictate the sources and use of the energies of others.
  The qi-booters of today merely recycle the vibes of yesteryear, trying to pass off the labour and output of others whilst dropping a nuke on any residual value.
  The cultural half-life of their resultant exploits is pretty much an open book for the public to gaze upon -- and sadly shake their heads at. The only use their dwindling peanut gallery has for them is for last-ditch Nostalgioid Opiates.
  But don’t puncture their zeppelin unless you want a public meltdown on your hands. (Or, maybe you do want that.)
  The old brag was that Subjective Reality is a lifestyle choice.
  Objective Reality has other plans.

Pollinator Invader

Megachile sculpturalis

The Arc o’er the ’Well

A midsummer stroll during l’Heure d’Or finds a prismatic smear in the lavender sky over the ’Well.
  Could it be? Is it that time again? It must be a sign.
  Indeed, the stone ram’s head calendar of ancient Thrace says the epéteios thanátou of Little Xander is two days hence.
  Between all flesh and dust, thwart the earth and sky over the bygone millennia, the Ouranios Arc never forgets.

Tree of Life

Thuja orientalis

The Racer Stands his Ground

Coluber constrictor priapus

Sentinel Squid (augmented draft)

Stratum XXVII exercise (with augmentation) from device “Pete” for BLU Team, Creative Services Dept., Herb Nearland Pubs.
The torch of the Aerosol Faction has passed again as the squad makes the transition from Cuttlefish to Sentinel status.