HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m typing as an exploration- what have i festered in thought? For so long this imprisonment, self bubble wrapisation, has driven me to express in bouts, ingrown and feverish, the theories on the soft intent and lonely sadism of metal spikes that have given form forever to a boy I know as Aran.

More about these bouts: they tendril awake perhaps not sporadically but instead as i wish, the same thing. That is one. They can only involve an approaching void, that is two, and they perhaps make me dislike my itsy bitsy self a little bit more per visitation, that will be three. I will always associate them with dull excitement, hatred and pain.

Some history on my mind: I have let so many strange types in but have not entered myself. They come and go but if they prove wild and fun or misshapen and cold then they cannot fail to haunt. What strange world awaits… I ponder the geometry of the webs, the comparative popularity of skulls and roses. Now more on this exploration

I conceptualize every asthetic in colour, architecture, fashion. Smell and sound evoke and create but do as they may image is the impression captured.

From here on it is abrupt cliff, where we can dance