It is this learned deception against time, this TwIsT of the living fairytale: these rule-adhering people have. No real place on his PLANet earth. ActuALLy!
“In fact, how could they…
An endless suggestion carries with it this softly sense of laugh out low wherewithal- as all of these people playfully start to have a Heart again, tending to…
They walk and talk with hopeful recovery about to preciously ENSUE- these dearest dedicated people who have been.. asking all of…
There’s an entire story cocking to crow inside of their addled tried and tiredly TESTED MINDS: we’ve even been insistently watching them/him/EVEN her… and it all seems to be
A…
Past the point of petrifying, past all points of all overbearing moments of upset and angstARISEN mayhem, even very nearly PAST the point of actually asking “what even IS…
When you’re obsessed with writing it’s kinda.. always on your mind. Well, not entirely always but.. you get the picture. There’s a smashing soccer game on the telly, pork…
They’ve previously primed themselves just so very well; have even twisted their sophisticated, softening wits to the nth degree- yes, the ‘n’ may well STAND for iNdustry. And YES,…
They are talking about opening up brand new and adjustable avenues only if… she offers them her number-one promise: that to come at a sudden standstill she will need…
Have we really done all that we can to deserve her sense of grace and gracious awareness? Probably not, but who cares?! No her, for sure
And CERTAINLY NOT I:…
There is this sense of sweetly sincerest developmental appropriation – a mind-boggling dissociation which plainly owes Itself to these purposely placed peripheral people – and it isn’t difficult to…
They’re asking people personally obvious questions; even damn near wondering out LOUD what THE fuck we’ve all been needlessly doing.. smiling in kind and twiddling our middle fingers UPON…
With their actual hands TIED, their eyes determinedly INTERTWINED: they’ve even been taking said TIME(!) to ask the correct questions (of themselves) without ACTUALLY bothering to answer them anymore…..
Shock horror / and the little boy antagonised his twin brother’s concrete AND hard as rock soul/ they stand ON TIPPY-TOES to deliberately deliberate.. one aside the other. But……
Surely yours is addicted to the art of utter antagonism, this sleeping seething, sometimes breathing AND berating feeling
Of inner-ear peace and Solicited solitude. Cruelly overindulgences do indeed bring with…
There is this living, seething, self-aggrandising insinuation which ALL artists do tend to LIVE with and at PURE and FAST-PACED, beatnik industry- they take the canvas that ACTUALLY CANNOT…
There’s this hearty little interpretation of elongated bliss: the kissed atmosphere by the Sun Up SomeWHERE, though!? “Who actually ALL-OF-US(!!) NEEDS TO kNOw?!”
No one but for.. her; as she…
Missing In action and acting improperly knotted in a tight tied bow of beautifully corrupt insistence: her struggle to send these things in an immediate AND STRAIGHTARROW direction of…
A call to readied arms and eyes and minds and souls/ which will softly both secretively suggest something universal AND OTHERWORLDLY to themselves: these upstart, whip-smart, fast thinking people
Of…
A movement amidst utter chaotic creation – chaotic in a most mustered beautifully together sense: of smeared canvases that can AND egotistically derivative artists that shall – bind it…
She’s been tantalised by the trajectory of her angular eye line, even been begging herself to act all kinds
Of CrEatiVely impassioned again… BEEN beatnik, been bottom dollar, EVEN BEEN
All…
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