The Composing Creativity of Humankind

The BBS has the tracks of how your gestations condescend, your keyboard is where your fingers time and again stumble. Numb and dumb, short-winded nib despairs of the scutwork's end; In regard to your mumpsimus, succumbing to ink inundation, prostrate paper ceases to mumble. Once arises the idea of an art creation, ineffably blent or the one free from the rough-and-tumble, pristine pulchritude, original mindscapes' most faithful fere, shrinks and shrivels the way Venus dodges factitious smear.