Delusion...

Woke up in my clothes again this morning

Don't know exactly where I am

And I should heed my Doctor's warning

He does the best with me he can

He claims I suffer from delusions

Yet I'm so confident I'm sane

It can't be no optical illusion

So how can you explain

Shadows in the rain

And if you see us on the corner

And we're dancing in the rain

I join my friends there when I see them

Outside my window pane

Shadows in the rain

Sooner…

or later we'll all return to the places of our births even when we never left. Was Laura Farmer born in Twin Pikes? Well, she surely died there. And the red curtains are blowing in the winds again. Leave me alone, little man from another place… Dancing dwarves and warning giants are too much for a winter Saturday's morning. Hope dies in the hands of the beholders...

I Am...

I am Legion. I am many.

I'm the sun. I'm the moon.
I'm silver. I'm gold.

I'm a son. I'm a brother.
I'm a father. I'm a mother.
I'm a beaver. I'm a polar bear.
I'm an Eskimo.

I'm invincible.

I'm a Kryptinese from planet Kryptischon.
I'm mysterious.

I'm a picker. I'm a grinner. I'm a lover. I'm a sinner.
I'm a bitch. I'm a lover. I'm a child. I'm a mother. I'm a sinner. I'm a saint.
I'm afraid.

I'm a witch. I'm a ghost. I'm a faint.

I am repeating myself.

I'm a dreamer. I'm a fighter.
I'm a winner. I'm a loser.

I'm an architect.

I'm a friend. I'm an animal. I'm a human being.

I'm Steve McQueen. I'm Jimmy Dean.
I'm an alien. I'm a legal alien. I'm an Englishman in New York.

I'm invisible.

Warning...

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BEWARE THE DEVIL WITH THE YELLOW HAIR !!!

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Finally…

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Finally... I found Frank...

He's a handicapped musician from Bluff City, Kansas, U.S. of A.

and he is wearing a big plastic - some say it's papier-mâché - head

– Yes, right, a head not a hat –to protect himself from other people

and their bad thoughts and influences.

Sometimes he's wearing a creepy metal bunny mask.

We all should start wearing helmets made of aluminium foil...

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Cracks in the Mirror...

# Hey, old dude!
What are those lines in your face
around your eyes and mouth and on your forehead?
Are those crinkles wrinkles?

* Leave me alone! Those are only cracks in the mirror.

And this is not my face. It's your's, my dark twin, my

broken mirror image. Let me go, you reflection of things

to come.

Ding Dong...

The title, the headline of the last post should have been 'Ding Dong' not 'Ding Ding'. 'Ding Dong' like mimicking a doorbell, a ringing and dinging doorbell. I'm so confused. I'm so tired and confused. I have to take a walk. Coming from Bromford. Heading from Woodford to Brentwood. Across Bromley and Dartford. In the cold pouring winter rains... The rains of Winter... Splinter, splinter the winds of Winter...