A Portrait of Kenyersel

My name is Kenyersel and I bide in the eyes of ma reader. Today's a different day fae yesterday. That's a given. That's a certainty. An I'm feelin a bittie less agitated than the fuckin day afore this one eh. And that's a fuckin positive. A positive pal, but the bad news came roond half an hoor ago eh. Bad news that concerns Kenyersel, as Kenyersel exists within the cunt that has floundered. The cunt that has lost his fuckin coupen eh. An acquaintance of mine eh. A fellow thinker an expresser. Cunts like tae call us artists but we're no eh. We're thinkers an expressers in ma view. An ma acquaintance is now orbiting planet cunt. He's gone beyond our world or he's certainly teetering on the fuckin brink. Interpol's helpin ma reflection the day though eh. Lovely, melancholic orgasms flow through ma senses. My skin pure tingles at sounds and the thought of spirituality and that. Is that what that cunt Nietzsche blabbers on aboot in his diaries? Metaphysics ken? I think I ken that cunt's patter eh. Anyway, positivity and metaphysics are the way forward. So I have to forget aboot ma acquaintance like he would of done tae me. Continue tae tingle to sounds and jus try and forget eh. Keep movin on and live each trip as it comes.