Their torpedo-like thoughts ought to have worn their very own badgering of badge. Their messedUPemotionsScatterCRASHED like no-ones business anymore(!) However, and this part will matter moreThan TheirTheOryOfOcDbrAiN EVER can…

If they were ever else wondering what in the name of f*ck had happened to their minds, there is an honest to GODDAMNagonized answer and

It starts like this: “it…

It’s not an addiction as such but rather this… innate need to scribble just anything down. Now. Poetry isn’t what it is, of that I am now utterly sure….

They’ve fended for themselves and for far too long an instance of, Ahem.. instantaneous time. It’s a badgering and beleaguered affair spared, actually, judgementally between

Two enviouslyambivalentPeople: Pie-eyed bastards and…

Calming, creative, and oh, so very considerate, is their manner and malfunctioning endeavour actually.

The best that they can achieve came and went.. away with the fledgling of fairies, indeed.
There’s…

The democracy inside of their DeadAsDeadCanBE eyes; that l-i-v-i-d, lived-it-all ability to be— above it all and actually altering the act of:: uttering none too MANY-wordsAnymore(!!)

Yes, it’s been a…

Yes, we poked around the pace of place and searingly searched… for that endless sense of… antagonised UPset, indeed(.) “What we have seen is Not What(?!) We Will Be(come):…

Those thoughts were meant to be these trippy little mother effing thingsandIF(!!) we ever again

Suppose to ask the handing-over AND HanDlIng of ten wideAWAKE(!!..) and Opening of questions then

We…

This image inside their association of mind: when they shall have become other veritable versions of themselves and on

Utterly purpose, actually(..) We are above the state of starry faced…

They were caught turning their tongue right roundABOUT… and thinking about screaming these other DAFTly deafening things(!) …

and there’s a searing noisy little silence which seems

to be searching for…