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Unnatural Habitat

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On a mission to find the catnip galaxy.

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When you're trying to be the night but your cat is the star.

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This cat is so photogenic, even the sun is trying to get in on the action.

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Reading between the lines

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Once in a blue moon

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The Elephant in the room

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Reim Fae, the Lonely Kingdom

This is another "IB decided to faff about instead of following today's challenge" work on NightCafe. I did legitimately try to make an origami mermaid, but it just wasn't working out, so I made some fairies instead 🥰 Those are coming up shortly, this one is actually an outtake, as no fairies are present here, but I thought that this place is clearly where they would live. I'm imagining it as cut off from the rest of the world by the mist, sort of an Otherworld that you wander into by accident. This is an AI generated work of art.

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Let the kitty out of the bag

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A penny for your thoughts

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A taste of your own medicine

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The Masters Of the Universe

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Definitely will be a better tomorrow. #sunset #cloud #lamps #shadow #bahia #brasil #night #sky

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Where did the rock ‘n’ roll go?

Where did the rock ‘n’ roll go? I tried to follow and grab it by its tail but everyone turned their back and went with the flow, no one helped me. Nobody gave the heavy metal another chance to explain it. Money has raised its powerful voice in the freedom of speech era, the 21st century. And now I got what Karl Marx tried to say: “The rock would be killed or choked for the sake of the market”. Everything born and raised in the dawn of this century will have to be approved by the Capital standards, but it can bring to life, change behaviors, as fast as can it kill it.

I thought I was clear when I asked the rock ‘n’ roll why it’s long gone, it was because of its age also, as always, an old guitar solo from the 70’s narrated the curtains fall, the others band members had either died, fought and left the group, or were self-made millionaires, what else would they want? That generation has aged just as  their fans and they didn’t teach their children anything, but the rock ‘n’ roll still breathes among the nostalgic who never lived the time when the rock was young. The memories of the golden years can be seen in old pictures, and they will remain until they face the fact that we find out what they need today to fulfill the void, I really hope that happens.

Maybe the classic rock foresaw, or felt, what the future would become, spoke and left a record in the past what we would be living nowadays. I’ve lost my patience. My hopes about the future are dark, but I still listen to old music, Led Zeppelin, Simon and Garfunkel, AC/DC. But I it won’t take me to the golden past.  I just don’t want to find out if the past decades weren’t as beautiful as those shinny and romantic psychedelic picture that generation, although those who lived over there, brought the internet, “the greatest invention of all times of this week”.

I use that tool to travel to the 60’s and live through without having to pack, or even walk out of my room, and when I take a look in the mirror I will be a different person, but my appearance will still look young, when I return. The old blues kidnapped me but I liked it, I also want to take the world and save it from itself with the good music, but there’s a lack of support. One guitar,one bass guitar, a set of drums and more guitar is the enough support to lead the audience to orgasm. I haven’t forgotten about the roadies, or the drugs. The rock ‘n’ roll sold its soul just like we sold ourselves to the shallow and profitable pop music.

And the groupies have always existed, just like the sex and the drugs, but where did the real country music go? Why it left us with the shallow meaningless lyrics playing in money hungry radio station. The old magazine covers, now electronic, portray sudden artists ruled by trendy recipes conquering brainless mediocre fans. The shallow and louder the better, the emptier will be your mind, and manager will be sleeping on tons of cash while more and more garbage will be forced down your throat pulling out what’s best in you while the rock ‘n’ roll are hiding.

 Between my crazy contemplation and loss of hope, I keep bringing my sanity back and my hope after every sunrise, and I think the rock ‘n’ roll must be on a giant everlasting world tour, or the band must locked in a studio somewhere recording an album to set us free, lead us to ecstasy, or we’ll have an overdose an die at 27. If nothing happens I will hide myself pretending I was born in the wrong decade. In a world twisted values it’s hard to explain without using complicated words, but I rather listen to rock ‘n’ roll.