Soon as happiness comes a calling and he stretches to pander this jovial hand – people will not simply understand and that has to be absolutely the equivalent to fine fine and concentrated art

Heightens himself for one soul reason – to mind-boggle aside radiantly toggle their better selves right from a non-readership beginning

The poetic times may well be thinning themselves out, til clout aside mammothly pressurised fiction breathes outright fabricated from passion belongings

For this is all of him – it courses through each and every tethered bone so as to set these people impressively apart

Like he said from a leadership out-setting, fret not a bit, fine readership of his … This is writing via warlord words at its most unbreakably brilliant, and he doesn’t mean to be entirely frazzled by his very own storyboarded dreams finally realising themselves

At thrill-spiller’s will

He asked for all of it… and we will adhere as such, steer ourselves pressed outrageously against ’til Every rhythmic meandering of soliloquy his makes fantastical sense again

Soon as the pen stole his soul and searched like crazy to taste the whole wide world