I love my very own pen a pen easy to push a pen for truth lies out-cast!
I love my pen the way it goes along with my helical head the way it goes swift with my roguish paper the way it writes blank prose delighted? Not me, it's them or you.
non-sense fonts, they say I beg for disgrace for they are the power of my visions thing they are the power of my dark ink freedom sharpened, inked I scribbled its wisdom
Thoughts once ooze out ideas irretrievable impressions? I don't need exactly its ballpoint's labor of thoughts desires for precession and harmony of ideas never pirate.