15/3:
I'm a little secretive in showing my arts to the people.
13/4:
ALAS!
The blot spewn streets of people sewn
together, a new chapter beheld for the worlds mass
to change their domestics
in which these carcasses creates a roof to live!!
14/4:
But every art has its flaws...
23/4:
I DETEST THEIR RIGHTS AND MORALS!
5/5:
and a single drop of blood, stains my notebook...............
God is this necessary, your trials, but this?!
My sincerity.. I feel is lost
15/5:
A feeble touch of inspiration, a just spur.
A moment of, and I am the motion of which is just about to be realised;
A new roof of Mankind! To rid the world of ever rising obesity!
25/5:
Still, this fester plagues my nerve...
.... .... .... the skin is not as durable as I thought, needs more stitches, might be to rigid, need to loosen it up, pull it tightly again, gentle now, needs to be perfect, people have to see, what I see..
28/5:
No...
I must think again...like my great Father
used to dwell
to Hell.
10/6:
But it is simplicity in itself
this...umbrella a black I'd forgotten
covers my problems after all.
16/7:
Even their shadows whisper here
a peculiar pattern conjures on the ground
just as I, whom under it all
mend an imprint on this macabre day.
What will people think, when they enter the alley at noon?
...Oh wonders...
I will meet them, with open arms...
to give myself a token of sympathy
for the punctured web dangling there and reeking in the early winds..