Today I made the black in his eyes blacker
And if you look from the right angle you will notice that I also made the light lighter
He's getting more and more iconic.
Nerukotvornyi
The dripping blood our only drink,
The bloody flesh our only food:
In spite of which we like to think
That we are sound, substantial flesh and blood—
Again, in spite of that, we call this Friday good.
TS Eliot - East Coker
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