Writings
Getting creative with your thoughts.
Simply put, a collection of what the soft spongy organ encapsulated within my skull, between my ears has been able to generate with the electrical and chemical impulses of synapses through the teamwork of neurons, dendrites and axons to bring the external stimulus that my body encounters into what we call observations and ideas, and more specifically in my case brought forth through the medium of the English language.
I do also have a very basic French language function but I will not embarrass myself in that regard, nor bring insult to the proud and praiseworthy culture of French countries and communities around the globe.
Writings
Graffiti Life!?
Dummy dust and ignorance nourish the lowly flock Those turkeys must gobble so craving endless cock! A rainbow of pigments assuredly one must posit Tonight is the night they creep out of that lonely...
Lush Desertification
Fascist Co. Inc. a' Dinks? One hundred million and counting, backwards, into looking evermore forward to the front lying casualty stretchers baring the wait of the spinning whirled to be carried...
The Earth Revolves Around the Dumb
Dumb Thee Down - Up the Hatch So easily spewed, yet so hard to swallow. Ah, needing to vomit in one's own mouth upon non-retentive offerings. Podia wise, the breakfast of champions. For those to...
The Red Collar Scuttle
They have the right to remain silent. Certainly a healthy, societally produced obligation the rational mind would incur in concurrence of such a right to remain silent notion leading to practicable...
The Fabric of Life is Looming
Fourword Do hugs, not drugs. Key-Low Packaging Shaking the hornets nest. Forget about those Angry Birds, this is a bug-eyed freak agitation combing the inner workings of mind-sterilized drones...
In Per-Severe Terms
Get the Façade Out of Here Death from above. Yeah, most certainly intertwined pervertedly within the unceasing depths of despair. A shallow treatment for the drowning pool of the morosely heightened...
Fragging Blunderful
Con-Scripted Victims Word War III. Here it is, y'all asked for it. Ok, well you certainly didn't not ask for it. In dropping that bombshell, to stoke a massive morale booster, like that of a heavy...
“Royally” Tainted
Charles' Dickins Cider - A Tale of Two Shitty's It was the breast of times, it was the wurst of times, it was the age of triple speak, it was the age of "Fact Check," it was the epoch of confusion,...
Inverted Try Angle Seeking 180 Degrees of Separation
Dripping Whet Our supposed universe. A massive vacuous expanse of orbital amazement harbouring countless obervational discoveries yet to be made, while freely showcasing known matters in need of...
Flappy-Do
A Prentice Ship Talking loud and ultimately saying nothing, of any importance anyways. Drib-drab à la mode. A regular wing-ding ding-a-ling extravaganza. Flappy-do. Paid for, but in no discernible...
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