1.Here he stands, utterly interrupted – quite literally speaking, by All Of Ungodly… Nothing.

2.And a high time has undeniably come now, for this behemoth aside unequivocally reckless mess – the captor’s grasp has been far too stifling altogether indeed, his futile attempts to finally breathe have been intricately, oh so f**king preciously sought after… at every next unasked-for, barbarically OCD assumed instance… undeniably, oh so unjustifiably shudderingly supreme – to fukwit flee.

3.To release would simply be… to finally realise this perfectly perched lifestyle…
Of dutifully, excruciatingly, oh so unmatchedly devoted his, ether way going oh so comfortably forth.

4.He just knows, that all
Of
These
Smiles
Have
Been
Waiting
With
Eyes
Wide
Open
For
A
Reason – crying and frowned ’til distastefully, quite unspeakably pummelled upside-wrong-way-down, ’til frozen solid within these prison-sentenced stinging wings.

5.And to refer to these intrusions as simply bothersome, would be to do the incredible inner-workings of his seriously paradoxical and braver-than-we-could-ever-fully-fathom-to-imagine mind’s workload a seriously improper injustice.

6.To the whole entire barbarically imbalanced system, which, by the by, he has had to nauseatingly, putrifyingly, in depth bask inside of against his every single pleading will, either way his brain takes to fail to f**king see it.

7.Where did this anxiety ever come from!?

8.And there are no such metaphorical awards for these kinds of things – no sort of spiritually suggestive nod of the proud-as-punch head, in these, his unbelievably bedraggled existences.

9.Baby-steps, when, really, a mind like his wishes to dive right in… … … Minus any such f**king full-stops rather forlornly, irrationally suggested.

10.Fighting for a most unexplainably beautiful life, and he can almost very nearly see it, still standing remarkably unfathomably upright… … … Of course, he just has to turn out to be his very own unabused muse.

11.Because, guess what… he’s been reading himself to the bones of his learnedly intelligent being.

12.These aforementioned instances rip-roaringly shredded… and excruciatingly taken away from him in the blink-and-you’ll-miss-it-all, as shall he, unthinkable version of a passing person’s unknowing everything.

13.He is screaming with said beautifully disasterfied brain… to let him be alive again.

14.This seemingly so strange as f**k literary silver-lining will, mark his spark-infused words, mean next to absolutely nothing if he hasn’t held control again…
Just for one minute, please.

15.This – his family, his beloved lifelong friends… simply examined and courageously explained… for an outsider’s frustratingly easy nutshell… Can be hell-on-earth, all-or-nothing, The Ultimate Front-Row-Seat Suffering.

16.When, really, it just must remain rather
Immaculate
Uninterrupted, carefree, sailing-free in these mistake-ridden winds of outlandishly delightful hap-hazardous time – whistled within his gaining nature, but, see… he basically fears that you will never get to remember his name if he falters to fall again… … … .

17.Let it be, these blissful, goddamnit war-torn warts ‘n’ all, fleetingly jovial instances… is all that he could have ever desperately whispered amidst the sullied and storm-digested lesser parts of him – this was never ever… ever ever… ever asked for, immediately from the very nearly unaccustomed by now beginning.

18.He needs your help above all else… … … because he simply Has To Remember Himself.

19.You may well be working a fair dutiful 9-5 but, rest honest-to-goodness re-assured, he’s been working in twenty-four hour shifts… to save his quick-fire brain for all of his life.

20.Faster than you could ever attempt to start to let yourself imagine – just no room for an iota of failure, before it’s ever even interested itself to unravel and happen… .

21.A crying crime shame… to lose him all again, to this begging ‘n’ twisting ‘n’ shunning his better being, in search for this rehearsed/release/22-year prison-sentence.

22.Motherf**king saturated drench-sentence OCD.

23.This lensed pen has been his only known to be true meditation… safe to say, kneel and pray, that he’s been doing it All For Himself.

24.And the awards will come forever forward either way going forth no less… yet, there need not be an utterly invisible ghost’s trigger-finger pressed against the steel-metallic gun… pressed irreversibly, irretrievably, against his perfect head.