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by lescaret » April 22nd, 2005, 8:44 pm
Dali in a Sombrero visits me from his ectoplasmic throne in surrealism's cathedral.
"Look at my paintings!" he cries, slightly desperate, almost annoyed.
"I do, I do look at your paintings!" I reply.
Then, silence.
A wall of ether mistakes itself for the Grand Canyon. Beyond the rim, no one dares leap.
"Fuck it!" I shout, "Dali himself told me to jump!"
I haven't hit bottom yet.
"... accept balance on the turbulent promenade."