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…
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…
He made it impressive so that it might mark itself incredible – the envy-laden ladies argument with the madmen and their wish to buy their own minds back
A host of the thronged and problematic cluster – the battered – bettered – disposition that proceeds the unanimous crawl back to art again
From some way…
Shut closed eye-sockets, irreparable and dotingly dosed expectations infest, invest yet hardly ever infect this merry soul, only the heat of the sumptuous sun which he paints…
When a thousand thoughts batter their way back in – some of them thankless, others none too much appearing at all interested. Dis-interested. This is Turner’s next…
Just how beautiful it could cause him to yet become – this pockly canvas and all of its sworn-in…
New York City, sweet Briar-Rose Red Avenue. And a meandering minute sweeps past midnight.
Steeped in unofficial sadness – a rather resolute person who owns the…
She has been left jaded and thirsty for more – both of these singular things flourishing together, where were they when she needed to be connected by…
You did though, you stole the whole of my unspeakable intelligence – I am not trying to be above myself yet that is your entire job
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