Is this a mistake or some of that crazy modern art?
I see a window. Our white walls are penetrated by a moment of darkness. Inside is a mysterious void. While it is impenetrable by light, my imagination knows no such bounds. Nothing is always the potential for something. Like a blank canvas, waiting, for something, for someone. While a white canvas is most conducive to dark marks, a black one is begging for bright colours. Red! Like a matador fighting a one eyed bull on a velvet night. Awaken! No Aztec god will with-hold the sun this morning, the ground is stained with sacrafice and promise.
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Is this a mistake or some of that crazy modern art?
I see a window. Our white walls are penetrated by a moment of darkness. Inside is a mysterious void. While it is impenetrable by light, my imagination knows no such bounds. Nothing is always the potential for something. Like a blank canvas, waiting, for something, for someone. While a white canvas is most conducive to dark marks, a black one is begging for bright colours. Red! Like a matador fighting a one eyed bull on a velvet night. Awaken! No Aztec god will with-hold the sun this morning, the ground is stained with sacrafice and promise.
I just thought that the blog needed a buffer zone at this point.
I`m glad it worked for you.
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