Feeding IMAGINATION

with exalted, trembling voice:
"Come, my dear, take rib of my ribs, life of my life, and come to exist... dressed in all my imagination splendor... Don't care about the bleeding... In here we are immortals... I have infinite life to feed my demons and angels, in a realm large enough for my lust to exist "

The concept of daring to bring to life your imagination, mmm... what a beautiful feeling surrounds me, the ecstatic feeling of shaping into forms our imagination needs that cry to exist and which are usually strangulated by our mundane man made reality. A reality too small, too poor to exist in like a little slave, while your imagination hungers to be what we are intended to be : Little Gods