i am the child of the wasteland....a land of haunted houses and monsters i call father. dark talents run in the family, but i shatter the glass to let the moonlight in, not to destroy something fragile for the feeling of breaking beneath my fists. all i can do is scream, crawl out, and keep screaming. but i can hold the sparrow, mend its wing... i am the spring rain and the hurricane... the monsters cower now, not me, not you. *xn* |
2003-02-06 - 10:38 a.m.
the ethereal tatters of the nightmare wander in the minds of others who are now gone... do they see the answers now, do they know... what we wished we did... Max Ernst [German], Two Children Threatened by a Nightingale, 1924-New York,
Museum of Modem Art
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