RVRFNX
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^ Do not judge a book by it’s cover.
I’m a student of the Liberal Arts.
I write because it’s pleasurable. My work is not forced, no, I rely on pure inspiration to fuel my work. Inspiration comes and goes, rarely staying long – as such the body of my work is small, but sweet.
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Journal Entries
A reflection upon 'genius'.
Posted 5 days ago, 4 comments so far.
Struggle and understanding.
Posted 21 days ago, 3 comments so far.
My first feature! (Funny story involved...)
Posted 22 days ago, 7 comments so far.
I woke and felt the fell of dark, not day.
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
Lost for words.
Posted about 1 month ago, 3 comments so far.
The start of something beautiful...
Posted about 1 month ago, 1 comment so far.
Please save me.
Posted 2 months ago, 2 comments so far.
Caught up.
Posted 2 months ago, 1 comment so far.
The ball: A vague and happy memory.
Posted 3 months ago, 11 comments so far.
A brain inquiry: Have we ever felt this way?
Posted 3 months ago, 15 comments so far.
Art
Writing
Simple Psalms on Dirty Cardboard.
Dirty cardboard. / Wet in the midnight rain / yet set in the down right pain. The sufferance. The grace. / The Arabic nuance. It’s time to find the foetal light, / like poor petals fal…
Eternal Eyes.
My eyes open up to my soul / and within my eternity / are realms of dreaming / and castles of thought…
In White Rooms.
Deep, dirty tunes. / Acolytes dancing in fire light. / Sun fed, muse moons. / Enrich our world, reflected bright. Steal time; stand still. / You dance until morning; bird shrills. / Motion to mov…
Abortion Day.
Like a thief, I quickly glance at the steel chrysanthums outside my window. / Guiltily I reach back inside my chassis and pull myself back in, trying not to be seen. But it’s too late; I̵…
Nothing.
I’ve always been told I’m the kid who’s done nothing. / Yet nobody apart from myself has ever grasped that this description of myself describes something. / And usually it’s m…
Pauper Poetics.
So I’m not very good at making sense, / and people tell me, hark listen! Hence, / I’m going to go off the pretense, / that you’d listen to me; no offense. / I’m not saying th…
