My model is not my muse. It is just flesh in my dreams. It reflects its pale skin on the foggy glass facets of my stories. It is the ink of my pen, mistakes after mistakes, without the security of double spacing or margins. No net to fall into. It is all I have to color the words and their pace.
The punctuation is illusory, the grammar nonexistent. These are for the rule masters, the ones who need the structure to dream.
I dare you to visit me
The Raven's Nest 
love your words and the illustration is amazing
Terry
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Thank you so much Terry! It means a lot to me
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An outstanding juxtaposition of words, images, and mind.
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My first try at cubism… Thank you
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Excellent writing … All my best wishes. Aquileana 😊💥
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Dear Aquileana,
Thank you so much for your support. Your blog is a great inspiration to me.
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hey i really enjoy the way your text matches the photographs, you have a great taste
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Thank you so much!
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I always appreciate the deep symbolism I find in your art.
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Thank you Hyperion. It is mutual. Reading you is always a gift.
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Thank you as well. You have been a big influence on my desire to attempt to create my own graphics for my writing. I connect very well with your artistic talent and introspection. It’s always my pleasure!
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🙂
You should it is a great pleasure as writing even as badly as I am.
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😀 A pleasure indeed!
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