Born in West Orange, New Jersey, I grew to be no more than a stubborn child with a complete lack of direction in my life – as my parents could better describe. From the hour of my birth until the days of Connecticut middle school, I stood strong as a spoiled and helpless child who wanted nothing less than pointless things to keep my level of satisfaction stable. When it was time to go to school I ... more »
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Comments about Isaac Williams
I associate Da Vinci with symmetrical human constituents,
as I consider Stravinsky and his octotonic passages,
while I infer my death to be one that will be incredible, yet inevitable,
and from my corpse all will find themselves inseparable.
But I fear not, for my troubles may be portrayed in a toy,
or a small magical fellow with the face of a boy.
However an elf may not suffice to explain my depart,
(but a bleeding heart, yes) of where stand here we,
to a place unknown by all mankind veritably.
I take time of my time to discover something lucid,