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Haiku #515
What comes from nothing? Are you really living it? Or reliving it?
House with Yellow Race Car
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Metaholic
I was walking down the street looking for information when I was rudely pushed aside. Blinded by the light, no landmarks in sight, I landed hard on my backside. On the ground is where they found me in total agreement with gravity but rocking from side to side like a shot antelope waiting to beContinue reading “Metaholic”
Is This Real?
What does your heart tell you? What do they say in there?! Are they holding a revolt or not? Have you never experienced bliss? If so you will not know which way the wind is blowing And as no-one can know someone’s true intentions we must rely on our heads as well.when in the mist.Continue reading “Is This Real?”
This Is Not Your Home
Said the labrador to the cat. Said the cat in the hat. said the hat to the mat. Really I’m not hearing you right. This is my fucking home and screw you if you don’t know the difference asshole! It’s like the Kama sutra. Fucking bellhop. The keys are in the door and the lockContinue reading “This Is Not Your Home”
In My Room
OI’m lonely in my room listening to the gloom It’s all so interesting to me OI’m going into town to see what’s going down In the store and on the street Someone to see OI’m not meeting anyone this way seems so lame Everyone seems so tame In town. OI’m not hungry forContinue reading “In My Room”
At Home – A Place to call home.
Isn’t it nice to just lie on a bed in a room at your parents place and just let all your worldly worries stay in your own place miles away from you now? And to catch up and talk about things that interest you with people that you care about. Of course it is. InsertContinue reading “At Home – A Place to call home.”
Me In My Den – In The Thick Of It!
Me, February 2015.
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. 