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May 02, 2008
Dust in the Wind
The Earth turns and we get older
The years erode and diminish us all
Until we become dust and forgotten
Wowsers, Scott. I haven't seen such beautiful poetry since I read the lyrics on the back of my babysitter's Kansas album cover when I was a wee lad of seven.
Beautiful, moving, spiritual. It's almost as though I'm your wayward son and you are urging me to carry on. I will not cry no more, Scott. I will not cry no more.
And then there's your art. We know we are seeing something very special when you can combine your uplifting words with such artistic wizardry as Panel Three, which shall forever be known in the Art World as "Carmen's Mouth Puckers Like an Asshole," or Panel Four, which heretofore shall be referred to as "Winslow Loses Half His Face."
Go forth, Scott Stantis, and continue to CREATE. And we'll continue to marvel.
Comments
Aces CJo. Aces. How am I supposed to follow this up tomorrow?
Posted by: The Furnace at May 2, 2008 11:01 AM
