There’s this particular thing about silent times though- when it’s all been blissFULLY TwiSteD Up in a shitSTORM of
Warming concoction, when all of these draw-a-line Artists did tend to bend and BREAK AND utilise their… Audacity of eye..
For one more THOUSANDTH time
Their forever radiant and outright Rambunctiously Circumspect mInDs! F-o-l-l-o-w-i-n-g the lay-of-the-line
What if, though.. they were to tell you JUST one SUCH SINGular thing: that to VENTURE AND make GREAT and colossally inesCAPABLE art was to —-
Dart the alignment of the aforeMENTIONED EYE
Back to that one SINGular and Softly plACE
Of often utterly both suitABLY OVERBEARING DEEPNESS OF BRAIN… and MIND, it does inFACT TEND TO F-I-N-D
Diamonds from goldDUST, dearest BENEVOLENT people
As it will riotously both rituALLy remain- headstrong and inevitably ABLE TO
Take on any NEXT thing(!), to dutiFULLY subMERGE itself in quick-thinking behaviour until, delicately dIsHevElleD mercilessly with-IN
A thousand (And One) other OUTLANDISHLY significant TALES. And endlessly prepped-PREPARED…
To sNaRe the whole damn audience- until left itself UTTERLY OVERcome with comfortably MiNdNuMBinG emotion.
Yes. This particular catchment of people were born to READ AND BreAtHe from a different hymn-sheet all together: same one which says.. these rules were made to be CHOKED INTO SUBMISSION
Brutalised AND Broken
