Limited edition prodigy with gifted experience. Hated for my method on the delivery of subjectivity, a mystery haunting Strindbergian drama scenes. Flurry of imagery, many deem too extreme in poetry. Lover of floral patterns with shotguns gone gory. Allegorical allegedly versus allergies as I sneeze. All these dreams blur into reality. Realities made by the sheer velocity of their mockery. Foundations made on theory, red marker diaries. Scribe in watermelon pink, 'people ate my face'. A wind-up toy at the dentist devouring and chattering. I'm biting everything in front of me. A little taste of that hate. Life lookin' like Tenebrism. La nuit profonde, further I sink. Felt that strav deep in my gut? Drowning in spleen, can't catch my breath. Heard my Vardøger pull up. Wishin' for some ubuntu. Feelin' that ubi sunt. Seen that face on someone. Fetch with a clear view. Oculus or fenestra? I don't give a f__k!