They come in as all different shapes and queer sizes, and put back to bed any upset that rises from daylight absurdities peened by the mental, or thoughts from the wicked that’s deemed detrimental.

The vessels they hale from become rights of passage. Inviting the minds of the weak and the savage. But putting things right is a product of placement, for trolls and affected with rooms in mums basement.

So place them on ice with a small dash of water, or take them straight up, as you know that you oughta., and play with the demons with diligent charm, but don’t drink too many. You may come to harm.



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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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