I can’t write
I can’t do anything right
A.M.Watkins
The greats were not chosen they made their own,
The pitiful were not scorned but scorned themselves
The meaning of meaning is semantics
The depth of a plumb line is in Mark Twain…
I rue the day I read Mark Twain In Vain
I was only trying to escape the PAIN
Of knowing I am moving without water inside my brain.
I'm bilaterally deaf, schizophrenic, autistic, talented individual. I can see you thinking...What was his day job? Well, I am a qualified systems engineer and i worked in computers. To be honest I can't remember what I wrote in my bio which I deleted. I write I draw, It is my goal in life to be anything but facsimilia. I believe life is duodecimal, you live you die, dark. Some call this depression and indeed I am a depressive schizophrenic. To be something is a great thing-some call it drosophilae syndrome(to be studied), a term I coined myself. As I appreciate in words as I get older sometimes it helps to remember what it was like being a child with drosophilae syndrome where the other is to be seen. This is why I draw and write. 