Escher Posted:

no, natlaie – no 1 knwos who Shaeksper wrot his sonets 2, or who teh lady in blak was who set roses on Poes’ graev, or who Evlis Costlelo wrot “Allyson” 4 – the art an the armammary glands is wat tiem remembrs. but if tahts wat i can b 2 u – ur muse, the star u gide by, teh 1 u kno intimitly by sole an body, tehn that shal suficce 4 a thousan liftimes. Log in to see images!

Oh, Escher, you are so sweet, yet so blind to your own brilliance — perhaps because you ARE blinded by your own brilliance, darling. You are Helen of Troy, you are Mother Teresa, you are the Venus de Milo, you are Princess Diana. You are the alpha and omega of femininity, the one who we all must look to, the one who we all come from or desire to return to. You are the balance and the center, and I’ve only ever wanted to be someone you would consider a friend. I will know you intimately, body and soul, all aspects of you, all parts of you, from toe to tip. bumuming . . . bumuming you’re willing, I will know you in every way imaginable. If . . . if you know what I mean.

Natalie Petrov edited this message on 04/03/2008 9:27PM