Furry, harry centipedes, underwater threaded reefs, and a beautiful eerie dance of creation and destruction from
 Moo Studios' director Andrew Thomas Haung. I love the beautiful tactile look of the fibers, some pieces reminding me so vividly of god's eye arts and crafts at girl scout camp.
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I probably should but I can't help but mention that one of my favorite adolescent poems shares in it's subject matter, from the one and only Sylvia Plath.
I? 
I walk alone; 
The midnight street 
Spins itself from under my feet; 
When my eyes shut 
These dreaming houses all snuff out; 
Through a whim of mine 
Over gables the moon's celestial onion 
Hangs high. 
I 
Make houses shrink 
And trees diminish 
By going far; my look's leash 
Dangles the puppet-people 
Who, unaware how they dwindle, 
Laugh, kiss, get drunk, 
Nor guess that if I choose to blink 
They die. 
I 
When in good humor, 
Give grass its green 
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun 
With gold; 
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold 
Absolute power 
To boycott any color and forbid any flower 
To be. 
I 
Know you appear 
Vivid at my side, 
Denying you sprang out of my head, 
Claiming you feel 
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real, 
Though it's quite clear 
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear, 
From me.