To present a counter perspective. I like to believe that I possess a fair crop of sane defaults here and there upstairs.

And there are some things that I refuse to write down. They’re motivated more by a raw feeling than what can be found through their transliteration. Language of the guts gargles into scribbles and scripts.

Lest I be forced to result to pictography. You know sketch pads are also helpful.

Maybe the writer’s resort is toward the days he ain’t writing. Eventually stopping and becoming content.