….. probably isn’t worth it.
Not probably. It just wasn’t.
The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
….. probably isn’t worth it.
Not probably. It just wasn’t.
….to fill the world up with more of my art crap. I should be sorry. But I’m not.
….dreams go to die.
….it gets harder to breathe.
…….to get some help.
……and drown me. I don’t swim. I walk.
….to cry to now.
….in my nest of hair.
….but people are almost compelled to do the opposite of what you ask.
So when I say I want to be left alone, I don’t need anyone coming up and asking if I want to be left alone.
…..and wetter. Like my mood.