Originality.

You’re either the Black Wiggle or an Existentialist philosopher. 

“Why not both” I ask.

Jokingly, boyishly, charm oozing out of poor pores. Lips cracking and smiling. Blood red desire for fun only. Is it shallow? 

“I’m Asking the questions, pointing the fingers”

In life, your marks Crystallise, stay and grow. A beauty of reference and

A time of difference, frozen and welcome.