So I sit within myself a bubbling furnace of passion that seeps from cracks, cracks that originally were sealed with gold because cracks were actually the the gift of life and needed to be preserved with the utmost respect. It can be a burden and gift from a source I have no idea of its whereabouts, but a feeling.
So I write and write on this proposal, my blood sweat and tears, everything else aside, and I mean everything... at least these are my thoughts and adverbs. Fuck me if I'm wrong, and if I am, I am even more fucked.... but fuck it, lets go for gold.
