Monday, June 9, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The sun can be captured with the rowing of the moon. Inside her Shade, the rhythm is asleep. The pulse fragmented from the vitality to cut all down. You grow as you open the wound, enchanting the craft. Every artist can see nature within all constructed mechanical devices. The power to conquer destruction or stop decay. Time is infinite and has no peril. Inside the cut, you can preserve her treasure and the celestial thing that you channel through the brush, which has always existed. All in the dream world can be postponed for a while, but the debt itself is Time.