Whilst a ready-eyed(AND MIND!) artist ‘ably’ attempts to CREDIBLY cReAte… the seen-to-be impossibly descriptive, and ALL OF THIS happening like WiLdFiRe amidst— the determination of a mother-fucking chemical imbalance.
Where-IN Dostoyevskian demons do INDEED tend to DaNcE!! Unashamed and… ULTIMATELY, something so VERY fucking humanely disgustingly DISGRUNTLED that… it just WILL NOT track back and finALLy dissolve itself until left
… distant AND dutiFULLY DISAPPEARED, and ALL OWING to its OWN sense of UTTER INADEQUACY
“Artists- ADVANCE”
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