Kosative D. is a writer who shares madness with thought of rhyme and rhythm.
He plays with words like clay, finding beauty in horror and elegance between each verse.
A symphony of words; music for the mind.
All traversing the unwritten lines of a philosophical kind.
He twiddles the harp of the pen-rattles each sentence with dissonance and then
spews ink to the harsh voids of this world.
He plays with words like clay, finding beauty in horror and elegance between each verse.
A symphony of words; music for the mind.
All traversing the unwritten lines of a philosophical kind.
He twiddles the harp of the pen-rattles each sentence with dissonance and then
spews ink to the harsh voids of this world.
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"There is nothing more than greatness to be found in words-for insanity is a mere memory of our perception of the real; and illusion is merely drenched in ink and ivory."
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