16.02.07

I am the Misunderstood Angel, secluded in the Round Room but observations made difficult as wearing the stealth suit, thug gun not working as well as I thought, could be 'cause some bastard Psychiatrist swapped it for a cryo gun, all I can do is invisibly numb my lips and talk like one of Fat Albert’s friends, although 'he' may be speaking and me just providing a vehicle for the words, difficult to speak in tongues when you don't have one, better to dance like a St Vitus fan as you can feel the puppet strings easier that way, petty they can't see me bouncing off the walls, wondering where the corner is, winding up to 88,001 revolutions and slowly levitating, getting dizzy at these speeds but the head rush is better than Amyl Nitrate, and lasts longer.




The Grey Madness, Gollum, his 6000 year old dog and the 6ft White Wabbit.

No comments: