Thoughts don't have punctuation- Project underway's and delays with why?
In respect to the world and its wonders its full of turmoil and anguish, the road to destruction it keeps getting worse and worse the negative aspects of self the ego the go the wonders of what the mother fuck am I doing here in this place the uncomfortable visions of failure and the fear of the forward its like waking up after a night of heavy drinking flip flopping, flailing about, setting of fireworks on the middle arch at 5 o clock in the morning and a heavy head of alcohol blues and feeling so poisoned by self infliction of overboard boozing and you panic inside for confidence is battered by the experience’s gathered emotions of living the adrenaline buzz of flow pouring out notions riding the wave before the block comes a knocking and your sit sat contemplating once more procrastination and you are having an affair of the senses and avoidance makes you thirsty the flow go gets entwined in the exterior you focus on a magnified detail and you blow it up and look at it and twist it round with paint, pen and word and your mind is tangled in it self and your talking in tongues your apart from yourself looking in windows like the outsider staring into the fire.

A trip down memory laney - before the block comes.

Miniature zebra