A llama

Image by James Valvis there's a couple of things that won't happen here 1. we won't see eye to eye 2. I won't accept my pseudo status my plans involve solely ruminating on a ghost identity - whether that's a fourth stomach, a hump, a corporate job or never dying of thirst like some black eyed fish in an embodiment of water, fur and linen - the essence of discomfort note the casual foot in pocket my only foible: humming hmm hmm hm hmm, hmm hmm hm hmm to clear my disassociated mind call me crazy - please I'm waiting for an excuse to spit in your eye wrestle you to the ground and gambol off maybe these eyes are marbles slipped into any socket they fit perhaps no one feels happy in their skin call me crazy - it feels the only way out