How I Write

We all have the kerosene which lights our lamp in the mornings where we feel as though
we cannot wake up. For me, my black, liquid gold is the drive to prove the red caped ignorant maestro wrong. It doesn't matter to me the opinions that readers may have towards my art; instead, the value sleeps in the hypnotized interpretation from those who relate. I sincerely, whole-heartedly, and indubitably wish you to simply THINK.