… therefore I am crazy,

                                  … Mad as a hatter - I own lots of hats.

"What am I doing being so depressing, do I need to get a life?"

But what about when life is unsure…

                                                    could it not sidle away…. away….

… a blank line, for just once when I could ethereally leave the body,

to be a soul - so I wish to leave it?

Of course not. No. Am I so bothered? No… then what? what?

It’s boisterous exit, make a scene, but not on Parkinson’s Show.

I jerk, jerk off elsewhere. What a jerk I am.  

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