Taking some of his pill paint, he neatly nestles it at the suffering surface – softly, slow and absolute nurture, please. Simply amply apply and gently ease…

A constant cacophony of unerring make-believe – the bold embittered comatose cold shoulder given over

To a piece of pure under-the-skin art

Attract the abstract…

A conscientious blockade and that’ll have to have been the obsessive taste – a racing, hot-wiring of the beautiful brain

All before it could ever hold…

And the die has been cast. A pretty process and back past the point of no return.

All of it earned. That sip of sweet sacrilege…

Her pretty lithe pen with the dancing dragons pressed dutifully right by the shape of the screaming inside

Losing the cognitive lottery – what…

There has to have been something amazing amidst this

Waiting on a whisper from somewhere succinct and special – sink or swim, he sinks with the…

The commonplace irreparable masterpiece – a mind caught by all of the constant and discomforting chaos

What ten thousand hours of learning to survive might just feel like…

Naked, abrupt in her nature and whipsmart nocturnal

She sits and whispers and asks of his Guggenheim technique – of its whereabouts its permitted wherewithal

The…

Unsightly, as it should announce itself – the borderline canvas all caught up in excruciating bouts of conscientious turmoil

When chaos made us see it

A thousand…

The trespassing heat of constant hardship abounds, twelve round ulterior bouts of creative make-believe

All of the pain pours miraculously away within and then the bread…

To simply imagine the commonplace complexities which abounded immediately inside of her apartment caused people to turn sufficiently away, simply as that – nowhere to visit not…

Whenever you are attempting to create something sizeably different, that is when you will need to let all of your preordained thoughts — the imprisoning thoughts that have been…

Not an artist, not anything like it, as though ruffled up and ready was her go-to, albeit utterly transfixed with something, just not so sure what anymore…

Ingenious, exhausting, a poisonous kiss, like the stinging twist of an interfering nettle leaf – the argumentative lady’s been bleeding from within and it is all wrapped…

He takes his stroll so far as the landing, an old apprehensively worn wicker stool which won’t hold the weight of his eater’s body

Never could

Something better, something unreliably rearranged – and the women take themselves as far off as the men who stand

Desirably reliable and attired to the bone…