“Silence now – for these improperly people who mean no real harm but for
The weight of their exceptional fate
Upside down the wrong (right?) way around again…
Daftly delinquents met in the middle with seriously quenched fists for fingers and just about ready and prepared to write their way into the immediacy of the next… great century time a million of these paternoster people – we’ve been screaming for the wheels to fall majestically apart, start all over again…
When, though?! Need to know it… all about this quickfire desire which swims till it bobs like tasteful crazy, as though Otherworldly constrained…
Ready and preparedTo blame everybody else but for ThemselvesAnd all artificially bleeding restlessly

The favourite best words of a bespoke and broken masterpiece?