the PUNK has SUNK in an ocean of JUNK
To commence with, I am not going to draft my entire animation in a passage, but I am going to elucidate the veritable implication of my essence rather than the legion presumptions BY THE PEOPLE, OF THE PEOPLE AND FOR THE PEOPLE. People want to know why I write such GROSS stuff, I would like to tell them that I have the heart of a moody BABY that bleeds through my pen. I am a CONFUSED baby who's no longer CUTE, no longer DAMPS DIAPERS, no longer makes anybody SMILE, BUT YET DOES CRY.........
Everyone loves to be loved and yet loathes to be loathed but we endure in a VICIOUS CIRCLE of predicament where DEPRESSION is a BENEDICTION from ABOVE(humanity). Seriously JOY is one of the only passion you can't CONTRIVE. Love is something which I would practise with comprehensive foundation but you should never get hitched with anyone until you have seen each other miserably SICK with FLU.
Well I am WHAT I am and but I really don't know who I am but WHAT I am could be who you are...
One surely envisages.................
(TO BE CONTINUED.......)