Definitely a beauty in the.. decidedly dilapidated and homegrown. People. Places? Not so much. But certainly people and their everyday whereabouts, their constant and self-made conversations, etc….

I think to eventually or, even, right now, get to work with certain artists and not necessarily on a collaboration basis might be nice. Inspiring and all…

A silent sensation and then.. a godawful rumble and ruckus of utterly emotional intelligence, neither of it right or wrong, or REAL OR Anything at all

I guess it comes with a radiance, an ability to outright wish and will yourself to create something which has to be wrestled til rested inside your…

Like he said: “an obsession with drawing his (next) best breath and angling officially toward focus- a must, a just HAVE to OVERindulgence…

Submerged by the besmirched nature of stay-awhile people – altogether rather distantly taken away from themselves and ARCHED envioUsly back toward: acting AWFULLY clandestine and…

There is literally nothing left to write. Not in that instance anyhow. I’ve done it all. Written my best and worst and handsomest and ugliest poetry/prose. Proud….

Dangled storyline and find the time/ to roam wasn’t built anywhere in a day, dazed confused and constantly dumbfounded by… people of individual merit will dive
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It was always the artist and their arrival at any kind of a canvas that would cater to them that really got my intrigue, gathered it all…

Of HIGHLY distinguishable irregularity and all other things twisted and turned amidst this brutalised body of bone/ home he “will not go!” As he roams…

Silent times and a most eerily quite case of disinterested pleasure- as all of the words and wound up artistic endeavours attempt to

They dance hand in hand and ask for that ultimatum of uniquely dispelling dissociation to ultimately make it meander and mean ever little big besotted…

She will stand and attempt to deliver a ScintilLATEd speech amongst these overbearing people whose loud mouths and sugarcoated promises appear

We swim in circles because, well, our Sense of direction is softly off and by a thousand degrees, yet, fear not.. for there’s a freeness…

Again and again- never over until, Say… “WHEN?”

The clouds come down and these crowds comfortABLY ARISE and sCaTtEr themselves…

There were words; a train(WrEcK) in fact. Of oft overEMOTIVE splurging-s and Other indecipherable things

Played out and placed dishevelled…

They take their own way of advising themselves and especially to never appear altogether inferior
Or were they simply being these industrious people of plagiarised and…

They breathe and they will go again; with pace and panache and a high wired sense of industrious foundation. To raise their tiresome bodies to…

Predominantly chaotic and undeniably vivacious they will crucify Any Knowing Enemy who breaks with their fondest finest MOST masterful rules.