It’s so goddamn true, there are millions of us out there, people with crazy creative streaks running the core. I mean, what separates me from the rest, undoubtedly my absolute necessity to impress, why I seem to be writing this particular blog in rhyme. I didn’t mean to do that, but here I sit, wondering if this is it, if I am destined to spend the rest of my days impressing only myself. Writers have a long shelf life, but only a good one if you end up on an actual shelf. Answer me this, am I wasting my time, or may it all be worth the strife in the end? I have no real way of knowing, not even if these words ceased flowing for you as soon as you looked a little deeper and saw that I was off on one of my many slews. I guess we’ll see.
- Entering Inside of the Painting and PuNcHinG WaY AbOvE ThEiR wEiGhT anyway ~~
- The title that took its own breath away
- The brief and uncompromising nature of a Stolen Masterpiece
- Beneath a tree a lightning seeds
- — – the secret inside their MischievousMinds
- “What’s in the Menu?!”
- Riding a wave and watching it fall to a cRAwL – and encapsulating a memory of mystery
- Taking a bullet in the face for the sake of restricted developments
- Through the eye of a needle
- 😃 accepting the unacceptable, really.
- As a Piano Plays DAFTly
- Developing a SECONDhand IMAGINATION for the sake of surviving It all… haPpIlY
- Considering it done
- Entered Arcadia
- Dark. Delicious. Delights.
- The loudmouth sound of coMfortAbly upSetting Instances .
- Easy on yourself
- Invisible Invincibilities
- Stone cold Serendipity . When failure is their favOURite Stepping Stone
- “F*ck the Key… they create even when the lock is TIGHTER THAN anything.”
—- all the developmental angles, please. And Rip the VOLUME UP TO TEN THOUSAND DECIBELS
That WILL destroy the earth… “but not her”
- A dangerous method to their Badness
- Perched Somewhere Mysteriously Unique.
- No substitution for the miraculousness at hand ~~~
- — studious little laterDay heroes with minds for eyes and eyes for… Ahem… windows to Be Clasped and Closed actually.
- “Here’s the Skinny!”
- “Mark(?!?) At The Tranquility Base Hotel(?!) Spell That, Please.”
- Everlasting analogy’s
- _ when asking an artist to analyse life is like asking an atheist to pray. It’s… merely… this… purposely Misshapen ThiNg For A Reason: to bleed freely and their interest is merely a passing thing of non judgemental consequence
- — when a WiLt3d rose resembles an artist’s sharpest train of thought .
- TWisTed Fighting Fists and Fostered Intentions .. and. A caffeine at hand… to calculatedly stress their mesMerised HeAdS
- Dangerous FlAmES
- Clapping along even if: they didn’t UnDerStAnd anything at all, Actually.
- Gaining Grace . And fLiPpInG the ScrIpt aNyAway
- Demons of Delicious Delinquency ~~ “when we took our own breaths away. .. .”
- “Why the Long Face, FuCkNuT?!”
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