Autumn R. Finley Perfect Chaos Scenic memories pass by while novelty thoughts shroud my reality. Dogmatic voices swirl around and their virulent advice make me shiver. Pretentions run high and sinuous decisions create bitter animosity for the comfortably numb. Supernova optimism reminds me of the incogitant torsion we call life and a nuance of hope is all we have left. Autumn R. Finley Finders Keepers Mirrored movements startle the innocent.
Complicated demands require careful omnipotence.
Incertitude lurks around every opportunity and contriving saints hinder my progress. Solipsistic theories crowd the thoughts of the deliciously ignorant and rummaged emotions fall to the omniscient soulds.