with my patent inspiration in terms of broadening the rays of my fierce sentiments, a multi-part series has been conceived for your consenting ears. to fully revel in the following excerpt by yours truly, tacitly render yes i’m changing by tame impala preferably on a turn table. more to come..
latterly have bargained a bleak sensation to compromise the outpour.
mundanity has become a viable candidate for daily use.
the tranquil sphere in which perceivable fantasy has been acquired is a mask for the dried rose petals sat.
this tranquility has taught me to petrify my once beating heart.
and once that heart dawns on a metronome i get swallowed whole.
the innumerable damns i can possess mind myself of a time where it was routine.
when will my efforts result to prevail.