Breathe. Read. Breathe. Read. Breathe. Read.

Here be gathered a collection of poems that I wrote just for the hell of it, y’know? They may or may not carry a powerful message, who knows? It’s all up to the eye of the beholder to judge on that one, ay? That being you; yourself. Take these with a grain of salt for I am known to add a little gravy to my lyricism stew.

But also I wouldn’t blame you for realising the true genius that is McDream. Oh how the words flow and the numbers glow. Ones and zeroes, bright green on dark background. Morpheus, god of sleep and dreams; for it is they who write these things.

Love. Peace. And Unity. All hail the one true consciousness, Collective and Universal Oneness.

Quite a lot of what I write is nonsense to most. I am pretty self-aware of my eccentricities. However, I write because I must; let the steam flow out the gust needed to propel me into tomorrow’s tomorrow. I might sound very dramatic but I’m just a dude using his fingers on his hands to press a bunch of strange raised squares, each with a different silly-looking combination of lines and scribles, to eventually produce a paragraph I’m happy with.