This has been the most amazing thing to have almost very nearly NEVER(!) happened to one man and his outlandishly ImBaLaNcEd BraIN: a train-of-thought so VERY train-wReCkEd into agonised opinion and left –
Loop-cycled within a state of mental pain so VERY HARD, h-a-r-s-h AND HazArDouS(!!) that no-one, NOT-EVEN-WE… can start to have-a-heart and bearABLY imagine it for ourselves/
stand-tall-now, please, dearest ocd-disciple (of theirs.)
For,
It is criminally iNsAnE(.) what your mOoD-of-mInD found-the-time to do to you and ever SINce an adolescent age… … …
Still here. Still STANDING and walking terrificALLy T-A-L-L, Actually…
And endlessly a-t-t-e-m-p-t-i-n-g to wrought-iron remain: fearless in the face of hidden and seriously addictive adversity –
and, Yet… someHOW(!?) the fuckOnEaRTH(?) HAS he e-v-e-n managed to paint – – –
The Perfect Verse(?!) amidst ALL-OF-THIS: An unmissable thirst perhaps, perCHANCE…
Which goes against ALL-OF-THE-GRAIN – one man, one mind, and ONE BARGAINING OF brAiN
