Erased junk unworthy of consideration, useless, soulless crap -2 hours work, exclusionary and introjectively mirrored illusion.
Phew! Whatever lead to believe that he could .
Right.
Write.
& that’s me!
Such grand words, and yet such a terse message. Is you inner state ballooning in need of a catapult? How will you attain your so sought after nirvana of endlessly expanding thought conceptions in artistic weave?