It comes burning hot out of my fingertips smelling of fresh thoughts and ideas and internal struggle. I write to detox my brain, to let the creativity that acst as a counterbalance for my cynicism neutralise the acidic though processes and deliver them. Sweet, sumptuous thoughts on paper, on screen, from blunt fingertips sharpened by intellect and interpretation. Do not take my word for it; you may not like what what is on my menu, but I will cook it nonetheless. I am free to write as my mind sees fit, and I write what I like.
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