Painted Stories
A goal well painted you could smell it’s colour, layer by layer as thick as it could get. A mirror of the rainbow A samurai sword hand crafted by a master craftsman, painstakingly made with every art and style of craft. A real masterpiece for mear showmanship. A perfect picture not a stroke out of place, an edifice the eyes could drool. Not even a patch of canvas is seen.
"A man of much words makes for noise", well yes noise of tales they are; "A msn of action is a force to reckon with", then telling them that’s action reckon with that. Tales don’t tell themselves, I Telltales. That’s me no shades, no filter.
















