Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More When it actually comes out: when finally: some erudite: and: in many cafes smoked: psychic analyst finally reveals me: and: inventively: he will project his frightened prostate on me: and: a lifelong inability to wipe his ass properly - then it will be: without hesitation: unanimously: and loudly clear: that: I'm actually a lifelong gay and coarsely suppressed virgin: and: I'm orienting my sexual orientation into a grainy space: just because I'm a lesbian bipolar nymphomaniac. So when this comes to light: then: I'll probably have to admit: that: but yes - my mind is realy broken. Or at least I have a tend. :That besides that: I'm successful schizophrenic: the sichosophrenia is allegedly: an unsuccessful attempt to create the own world - so that besides: I'm occasional owner that wacky disorder: when moods change: like on a swing: but: I have the advantage: that: I learned to wait: and: I'm not a junkie: I don't even tend to coke the experiences or food - so I use my mental retardation to my advantage. I learned to wait from that spider: thank you bro: I'll wait - it will pass in the end. And then of course: when I die once: and: they'll dissect me - as the unimaginable genius Einstein and Phar Lap and the bizarre toy of nature - so it will be certainly found - that I am actually only a very gigantic and patchily cumbersome penis - that my testicles are growing through whole my groins - up over the kidneys into the waist: where they connects hungrily: with my cerebrospinal nervous system: then: my gargantuan balls will be float in alcohol in the museum - next to my: even also posthumously erect brain - interwoven by strange reproductive epithelium