i want to fuck your creativity make love to your beautiful mind corrupt every thought you ever have with my cock and cum. help you force out the darkness onto the page
this room smells clean it's not home but for now it will do. the hum of the extractor fan smothers all other noise except the sound of fingers on the keyboard. my window is two stories up
creativity is a burden to those of an apathetic disposition. you gotta pick up the pen the pad the camera the brush the stick of charcoal what I propose is a USB Port direct to the