Salivate the coming of tomorrow while you waste today with little care, look at your world as it is not as you want it to be, facilitate change not because of what you desire but because of what should be, sanctimonious arseholes in a circle jerk-off fighting for the right to paint your face first, wicked sins with wings of muscle and flesh, succulent morsels sucked from the blood filled bone, thrust in your mouth deep, twisted little thing, twisted wayward doll, unfold wishes for what should be tomorrow, while you’re on your knees today.
Glory Holes In Every Wall Around You – Wrapped In Words
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Published by Matthew Tonks
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
