that dimensional edge between sunlight and shadow... ah there's the magic....
the dream never ends— but that's exactly it's purpose....
you've stirred the cauldron, breathed the vapors, gritted the teeth and expelled the diluted myths all to render to the finest state of distillation the essence of creativity.
It's raw and sublime at the same time and you MB have shown us all the way.
Bravo.
that dimensional edge between sunlight and shadow... ah there's the magic....
the dream never ends— but that's exactly it's purpose....
you've stirred the cauldron, breathed the vapors, gritted the teeth and expelled the diluted myths all to render to the finest state of distillation the essence of creativity.
It's raw and sublime at the same time and you MB have shown us all the way.
Bravo.
Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..