Lessons in the 'real.' A mad dance between perceiver and perceived. Can I change what I perceive? Can I see more of the real? Can I see beyond my 'senses five?'
A world of imperfection is a world of possibility. I am a student of a strange alchemy. Must persist in this line of inquiry. Must study O'Connor's 'grotesque.' There is magic in the space between the cup and the lip.
whitewolfsonicprincess' 2nd single Child of the Revolution
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
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