The tawny hare, the snowy fox chased the guilty priest
into the golden closet full of expensive wigs and bright red lipsticks
where the russet lady and the casual dominatrix compared notes from a dripping notebook.
Then, the furry friend ladled the smelly concoction over everything
and you turn to him and said’This isn’t me, get out of my bed, I don’t love you anymore, get out of my head,’
A giant rabbit opened the door and daylight flooded in drenching you
in Rabbits cum, ‘Take the handle and pull yourself out!’ you command
but there you lie sopping and wet
pathetic and drowning
in another’s mourning
another’s mourning.
race car red
get out of
my
head.
you
say
all
fear
gone.
But
I
really
like
it
here!
all
charm
said
he.
Go
away!
Today!
Now!
Foul
fiend!
Go.
I want to take out a boat
and row into the lake
and I don’t need
you kind
wasting
my
time!
You’ll regret it
said he goadingly.
You don’t know the half of it.
You’ll see. You’ll see. You just don’t abolish me. You will fade into mediocrity. You WILL FAIL!
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. 