Biscuit Poem By ZozwaaThe depth of agony you feel when Someone says that you've eaten all the Biscuits. The pain coursing though Your body Disabling you Taking...
I'M Fine Poem By ZozwaaFragments of my marrow Shattered to Thousandths of Pieces Cutting me In Various moments of Times Stream of Blood Dripping Down My Frame...
Stanley Kubrik Exhibition at The Design Museum June 2019It was raining elephants and kangaroos but I still kept on powering on through the never-ending shower. I told myself I'm going go to...
WonderShe was lying belly down on stunning pink grass that smelt of petrol and leather, her favorite smell in the whole world. Basking in the...
Art Doesn't ExistArt doesn’t exist. Its unrealistic. Its an imaginary fictitious piece of cell that only exists to mock us. Mock us of our existence...
