Kevin Focke

Bloated software causes IT stress farts.

We treat what__ lost, what could have never been, what we could have never dreamed of, again. We treat it like heirlooms for it is so precious. For we know it can be lost, again.

It__ a sad fact that some people are only remembered once they__e dead.

Death is the first and final entry in the book of this life.

Why should I wake up if not for myself? The others are smiling façades anyway or they__e programmed to feel joy. Push comes to shove we live in a fake world, pretending life__ always golly which is life__ greatest folly.

Be creative, be innovative, consume what everyone consumes and make it fresh!

I don__ experience writer__ block, I only have periods of severe writer__ diarrhoea; an incoherent mess of unfitting words placed in random sentences. Luckily, I can usually separate the shit from __he shit_ later on.

Jealousy is projected self-pity.

You won't know how much you__l miss someone until they__e gone. Go give them a big hug while you have the chance.

Progress is hard, achievements are easy, and giving up is easier still.

I think the suicide rate is so high among writers because we force ourselves to stand still, take an outsider__ perspective, and realise how quickly a life passes by, and how futile we are. The exhilarating upside is that at a moment__ glance all your worries fade away, and you can work on making the most of it.

When you aim for the stars even if you fail you__l be a falling star, and that__ wish-fulfilling material.

Trial. (Fail.) (Succeed.) Repeat.

Money changes people. This process is more commonly known as trading.

Naught but leaves brushed in the wind, stemming from the forest behind my house. Oh, and of course, the wildlife seized every chance to tell the stars who they were; they hooted, howled, and growled. And deep under the roots of trees in little holes lived rabbits, cuddling next to their young. All the while Mr. Ant and his colony were dragging a once boisterous Nocturnal Cicada to the nest; a feast for days! I suppose my daydreaming occasionally did extend into the night. I__e spent countless hours I__l never regain, but for the off-chance I was right just once, it was worth every second.

Relatable escapism can only be achieved using facets of the real world.

Storytellers are master manipulators transforming non-reality (grounded in reality) into vicarious experience.

When I__ passionate about something I strive for excellence, judging whether or not I achieved it is up to the audience.