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From ipaintcreatures symphony - a 90 page book of paintings, sketches, poems, stories, graphic Novella - A primer for the epic story experience MATSU



Long before the printing press, when the 88 key typewriter thumped in our chests, From the tambourine shiver of the wind, Below the clock tower, deep river wide within, A harp bone flute, a triangular star, A melody, to go where the wild things are, To keep going, telling yourself, "I can, I can," Go beyond where the sidewalk ends, As I cross planet Fraggle Rock, Walked this talk, make it over Sugar Mountain, Past the Chocolate Factory, Where all is familiar as I enter A fire-fueled cascade, waterfall-cooled - Wonderland of a Symphony. All my six senses overflowed with light and sound, Even when it’s quiet, I feel the common ground, A 21st-century spectrum of painted creatures all around. Where the signs says, "go past Oz," That means no more rules and laws. What’s behind the curtain has got me flying and rising, Leaping and believing That what I see inside this kaleidoscope is just not make-believe and hope. As the traveling circus is giving to you is no joke, It’s just a hint to get out of Max’s endless daze to where the music - is the way, beyond your background noise - to dancing -to employ your heart instrument, The electric, funky element. That is the reason you stoked up the band, Entered this place that Infinity only expands - on the daily, Into a painted picture parade of a Symphony. Originality From the multi-colored blends of the mystery to the way you begin each time saying, "I can, I can, Be who I AM, I AM" a complete orchestrated heart’s symphony, melodies of high degree, a rhythm, syncopation, unity - being free in its musicality, Even with masquerades side show cascades, you can always return to the watercolor arcade by just pushin’ to continue the play by shape-shifting the way into a new creature boogie roll, and the creative sway to the nights eternal glow and the dandelion crescendo show. That leaves these impressions. About how we are so glad you made this connection to the lock-key harmony flying like a folktale, spray-painted sparrow. Piercing the wind like a poem spoken pharaoh, As all it took was a maroon experience, as we all agree it made deep-sea blue sense.To pass on down the purple dotted line, Bring to the gathering some everlasting trumpet shine - In movements where we let go of the currency and the time into eternity to a orchestrated walking on water To the rising of pure heart’s shine.




"As you opened these pages and were captivated by a yokai with a grin—stuffed full of mischief and whimsical sass—you began your journey into an IPaintCreatures Symphony. This is a dimensional sleigh ride into a modern, fantastical, unbounded folklore wonderland called Matsu, where yokai creatures are just part of the norm, as you are now forewarned. These yokai are not your typical Wikipedia-defined ghosts, ghouls, and monsters of old Japanese folk legends. Oh no, these are fresh off the storyteller’s dome, created from the raw stuff of these modern, otherworldly, enchanted, imaginary times. They are high-tech and hip, and everything to them is music. They are all about the enchantment and spiriting you away. And after granting you entry into their dimension, for a small entry fee of belief ignited in your original imagination, they lead you into paths that activate your fascination and..."


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