It’s a clueless thing of utterly ambiguous ‘disease’. This emotionally mental feeling of BEING… filled to the brim AND beyond
… that singular, sellout sense of entangled HapPiNeSS!! This is meant to be a “mess”, even meant to FEEL marvellously fucked-UP for now…
These overeager yet seriously silenced people who paint for ONLY EVER(!) themselves; scores of DEVOTED people who dared to stare TOO HARD into the darkness – seeking for “something!”
Anything- really-BOTH-RARELY
What have they done to deserve this, though- but pretty much(and THIS PARTICULAR breath need be treasured)…
EVERYthing behind closed doors and… dutifully SPARRING with—
Their artistic sense of antagonised ENDeavour
