Hi my name is Junior (J.R.) Doyle, I publish deeply anxious tidbits of thought. I let my mind rush, my blood gush, my fingers redden; basically, I let my spirit deaden, and then I let you read it. I smoke tons of weed, take strolls, banter candidly, take pictures randomly and sit, sit, sit.
I don’t really let my spirit deaden for you, I deaden my own spirit because I don’t know what else to do. When you’re stuck, what do you do? Which way is out when you can’t move? In Falmouth, England, County of Cornwall, slouching on a couch with red eyeballs.