Imagine a time of completely under-developmental productivity- of same sane and riotously repetitive instances
Of sanctimonious upheaval. Of words that won’t match the hands that feed them… against the spray of a white blank page
And a writer’s number-one strangely significant strategy of uttermost constant and soothing chaos
Shall suddenly reap, as opposed to wreak, havoc..
Upon these angular-minded individuals
With aforementioned minds mildly intensified and their eyes imaginatively anointed.. …
Immaculately bespoke creatures of their own