Thursday, March 16, 2006

The heart is impossible


Western angel, Eastern angel, many thanks for this Deus Ex Machina. Are your fragile fingers becoming tired?...may you drop me on a better place than the swamp of the sublime from whence you raised my exhausted carcass. As this tired old man grabs back his die and cards, he dedicates his next game to you.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

lume, espírito e forma...what of aesthetics now...

OMWO said...

to hell with aesthetics...this is not reconstructive surgery, it is magic of the blackest kind.

Anonymous said...

..."it is magic of the blackest kind"...

...that's right...

...and therefore a mere illusion.



...Angels? I thought Angels had to do with white magic :)