forging ahead

there's an elation in manic creation.

danger and play

you can't play with my fire.

and i will rise up with fists

within these hands lies a power.

ode to the blood rushing through my veins

never consider turning back. (it's impossible.)

bring on the lunacy

the moon waxes so damn slowly!

it's just a few words

i've gotta spend a little time...

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sometimes i wish my boss would—

"yes I said yes I will Yes"

think i think i can i

art strikes back

my hands: ready as boxers' gloves.