Aestheticians and Saartjie Baartman
written by: Mitchell Pluto
The hourglass spoke through its design.
A waist sways like a pear.
Saartjie’s spectral presence lingers within the rotunda, a structure capable of transforming electromagnetic waves into sound.
The canopy’s perimeter acts as a ceiling for the apotheosis.
This strange, isolated event goes unnoticed in the busy Basal Ganglia.
Few understand brain function or memory.
Let’s vibe with a simulation visor from the dudes who pulled off that treasury heist.
Firing rockets at the highest point of the vulva is pointless.
Look around, ruins are only speculation, and someone designed the square to keep corners together.
Wire changes the program’s structure.
The glowing, narrow tubes of the neon sign outside kept me awake all night.
The simplicity of Venus’s image encourages you to chase your desires within her.
All it takes is a click for a bug to happen.
The praying mantis is a gateway for the Khoisan.
Baartman was born under the transit of IKaggen.
God observed the frames while walking through her body.
Thoughts through clicks while touching the screen.
Sounds unlock pathways to meaning.
Breathe deep, and get everyone else to breathe.
The spectators’ reactions were determined by the witch’s pheromones.
That vapor helps cool and clear your sinuses.
Blooming flowers fill the air with their scent, moving the body to the beat of the clave.
Those creating the bustle paid for a cage symbolizing freedom.
An ad where they painted the black woman white did well.
But paint peels off Kali.
Ads dissolved in space.
Keep track of the layout in your mind you want.
It serves as a pathway to power illuminated by the duplicated blazing star you wish to reach.
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