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Hello BlogSpot. Bet you are happy, you have me now. My new lappie has no doc, like my lappie has no dog. So, am here, filling you with my spit-cum, almost lotus-scented, depending upon my mood. I do not like being manipulated and here you might say, I am here because I need you and not vice versa; nevertheless it is not a situation I am comfortable with or visualized even, so you can expect me to be gone as soon as I am done.

The last few thousand zombie years have been shrouding my calm mind and I am split, divided, scattered; I am looking for my doppelganger, the one who is my better self, the self I aspire to be. I feel better when I am here, when I am Me and not the mutilated, acidic by-product of your violent, heartless society, with its intricate network spewing venom of human relationships, loving thy neighbours or Paulo Coelho mouthfuls of well meaning, self righteous strange beings.

I split open the veil with my sword of the Silver Knight!

Elaine, Elaine, get down from the fucking plane.

They are chasing you with multi-coloured extensions of straightened mane.

Pure gold, heavy feathers would stick out from your butt, black and smoke would jump on your eyes and colored beads would dote your eye-lashes.

My little monkey, would you like the circus dawn?

Would you like to sweep away the few strands of your grey? I kiss them as they sway.

Let me gather you in my yellow fevered arms of steel, and make you a nice new deal.

I shall make tea with warm green hues, you would sip them in nude.

I shall wipe your skin clean, until it tingles and your bums are baboon red.

I shall lather your hair soft and watch the colors drain away.

It is my world now and here are we.