SUCCUMB TO ME!! (forged within the bowels of all that humanity stupidly evolved from sits the doomed bee keeper tending to his flock with smoke and mirrors hoping that the confusion will keep the weak distracted while the powerful are removed from the field of play so he can continue his weaking rule of those he professes to love yet does nothing but destroy their pale meaningless lives) SUCCUMB TO MY WORDS!! (facilitate the erotic membranes of your genitalia with fingers worn to boney stumps from years of scratching at the door of no rewards, languishing in a self-imposed fetal state, a self-imposed prison of your own making) SUCCUMB TO MY CALL!! (do. you. hear. it?)
listen to the noise that you cannot hear… – Wrapped In Words
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People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time, who dreams of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness. View all posts by Matthew Tonks
