I am White. I am Black. A Nazi, also Ghandi. I am happy when I’m sad. But sappy when I’m angry. I’m hippy as I’m stern. Educated, though unlearned:
sporadically a spore addict cloudy space-dust lightning creaking faded in the attic.
I’m a ghost in many shells, Viewing what my shelling’s done. Purposes united by the meaning of 1 The pen is fading as blood will dry — ideas — in spin —
Beauty and Beast tumbling within.
I am stupid. I am Smart. I am worthless. I am art.
Smoke in vapor – clouds of dust Kevin Rich links his ghastly Musk like Elon Rowling Meryl Streep. Or Joshua mixin’ me a drink.
You are me as I am you. Read it backwards for the truth.
Innocent-Murderer Victim-Assailant Torturer-Tortured confused as apparent.
“Make me proud.” “Make them pay.” “Come home again to me some day.”
I am alive. I am dead. I am famous for what I said.
I am the solution wrapped in riddles; concentrated dilutions as big as I’m little. I write since I’m wrong but swear I’m right-handed. Colorful colorless read and unread.
Someday I may die, but maybe I won’t. I was born yesterday, tomorrow I’ll choke.
My life will be remembered – though forgotten soon by new life with new blood – Ideally less rotten.
This tale shall continue as the ink pulls out in capillary action A tale of eternity delaying satisfaction with distraction. Moments of bliss amid new methods and movements.
I am lefty in this panel. Tai Chi mostly. Both feet maybe.
I am crazy, but dull ‘n sane. I know you don’t know everything. Especially if you believe your lies false-laid confidence coerced ‘n contrived.
Lying kills; a prospective connection my pen is dying with in-INFORMATION.