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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