Satisfying alternatives to an unreasonable request, implementation of a new style, regurgitating something older than before, masking the worship with new colours, fermented waters warm with age, lost moments forgotten with time, tomorrow is a mirage of salty proportions, escalating into a wave of whimsical decadence, a new form of prohibition, designed to suffocate, handed up from the streets below, instead of the laws above, recklessly ignored by the wealthy, until their doors are broken open by the princess who would be king!
Separation Of The Head From Thy Shoulders – 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
