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About MeA Musically Inspired and Creative Introverted Shy Boy who lives in Australia,
Painting Silence with All the Colours that Sound can Provide is my Fun/Passion/Want/Must etc. I have written since age 14, and fell, -quite by accident, into the Ocean of Differing Sequential Letters, Gladly.. The Potion was Simmering and Consequently Quenched me, This Thirst Had Planned me... Sought me Out and Somehow Now Has Profoundly Stabbed me, Yet I'm Proud the Good Book was Always a Dictionary... Words; sometimes the only Output Available for Defence of Sending Doubts Toward Getting Out of one's Head, Imposed Fences and/or Being Thrown or Misled into Senseless Cautioned Trenches, Under the Blanket of Thoughts that Wrench From the Inside Out, Caught in More Within the Sometimes Thoughts that Cause the Words more Force, Of Course It's Doubts that Plague these Sorts... If I had never found a pen for this, being clever, I'd use Chalk.... 'Kalamari Origami' 'Create or be Forgotten' |