Always so...rough, without refine.
That's okay. I'll always trust you to show yourself. That's what art is all about, even if no one else regards it as anything else except trash the trust in it is luss. I gave it my best. That's all that matters.
Yes!
Go away Vic.
I-I'm sorry it went to hell. I am you know.
I know.

Think it could ever be a smile instead?
Think you could ever be something other than a being in a trap?
Bah you really are a killjoy.
You did ask. If you want lies talk to yourself.

I regard is as very valuable. I missed seeing your drawings and writing and had to come to this new profile of yours here. I am sorry if I'm impertinent with this.

You know, these things you post are very beautiful. There is something so soulful about them. I am honest with saying that I missed this, and overall just your thoughts. Because they are real and honest. You are like a bright burning flame while others seem to be little lights contained in their cage-like lanterns. I can feel something when I read these, because they contain such feelings, instead of just being sterile message contained within pretty words or something of that sort.

I'm glad you do, and it's I who should apologize. I got hacked you see, didn't have Freemantle's password, and so decided to start anew.
Strange, that. I don't try, maybe that's why. En vino veritas, the Romans said, and that seems true. If you can just be yourself, let the light you mentioned through, sometimes that shines brighter than the artifice of individuals who try to reinvent the wheel or remake the sun. Life, in its bitter and sometimes overpowering struggle to exist within a hostile cosmos, against all odds flips the coin of death's default. It's just a guess yet I'd say despite the awesome animosity of gravity in the veins of a counterpoint there exists the lightning of something else.
Then, of course, why in the first place? Sorry. Dark wander. I've already done half a fifth.
Returning to reality, grateful you've found me again.