Really, I could just play soccer all day every day, keep extremely fit and keep scribbling to my hearts content. But that ain’t the way I wish…

It’s a subtle suggestion- a ghastly interpretation of antagonised understanding, of all these elemental and often acrimonious indulgence$ of hostile verbosity. The swerve and Verve…

It’s like his bliss had been taken and good ungodly TwIstEd and FISTED and FUCKERpuNcHeD in the face… a constant and deceptively intrusive mind-boggle which…

There is a point in time whenever (REALLY) she (definitely) NEEDED TO ((NERVOUSLY)) meander and make ((mother fucking)) amends, and ALL OF IT i-n-t-r-i-n-s-i-c-a-l-l-y via…

Daftly brazenfaced was her mainstay nature; to break bonds and bRiNg herself back
To irreparable injustice, wherein others WILL lose sight of the fIgHt whilst she…

There’s a merriment level to it all, the scribbles and artistic tilt of it all. A strange and fantastic feeling of ‘owning’ each word. In a sense…

Pitch Perfect Pauses for a delayed oVeReAcTiVe thought

And they really ALL ought-to have asked themSelves just one SOLE singular…

Pitch Perfect Pauses for a thought
And they really oughta have asked them Selves just one such singular sentimental question: yet, how on earth could they…

They shut their wired woes and eyes and minds and mouthpieces to suddenly both uncontrollably SEIZE: a suddenly so VERY iconoclastic sense of Upstart movement…

We are witnessing open ended consternation occurring amid these shatterCRASHING conversations. Sensational and comfortably CoRneReD-in, yet again, if SOMEwhat predominately Prone…