Kajido

Handsome, Randsome and Damnedsome. Dark, Sparky, Lark-Rising Tarker. Glimpsed at Chimps with Limps. Tangled, mangled, spangled and tangoed. Snowstorm foghorns home-bourne. Shanked and tanked, yet blanked and skanked. Such an ease to freeze out, yet tease out the doubt of breakout.

Flashing Lights surround My vision is blurred tonight- Raving Pensioners.

A speck on the horizon, Dirt on your glasses, Tunnel vision. I'm forcing blinkers around my eyes To shield myself From vicious dust-clouds Snapping in one swift plummet To the Earth. Biting cold. Tell the truth; I know you're holding the Wombles hostage.

I am the Dark Child. I am the black sheep. I change daily. No fixed abode for my mind As it changes neighbourhood Once every few days. My mind is Christopher Columbus- Risking death at sea For no more than a change of scenery. My mind is the naive teenager- Backpacking to anywhere The wind blows. My mind is one of the thousands of rodents- Travelling brainwashed For the sake of the Piccolo's call. My mind is the March Hare- Selfishly refusing entry to newcomers. And my mind is a river- Meandering pointlessly Yet determined. Forever flowing onwards Dreading the day I reach the sea And grow up.

That's a philoshop. Philosophical Photoshop. Like being stoned on MySpace. Kerri Kerri Kerri Kerri Kerri Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty. Humpback dog, spin in the washine machine's Flame. Multiply, darken, burn and blur. Poor little dog- you've got no fur. But you'll get commented that way. About frogs and Leppers and Doris Day. "I am made of wood" But you couldn't handle that, could Yuyou? Purple Phil It followed on well. If you fall in a well, You are Unwell. Sick and wet. ET. And the ironing. Isn't it ironic? NO. You're ironic. Bartender. Double G&T please? This isn't alcohol, it's A state of mind. I like Lucy//

Once upon a hamster, several large felt tip pens were dancing wildly of Mr Cooke. Ooo, I would. But I can't understand why I would want his penis in my left nostril. So I decided that instead of sex, bungeeing with grandma sounded less disgusting. When I arrived a purse full of anal condoms was left for me on the table by my pet lobster. So, I asked Mrs Vampy's mum if she could lend me her vibrator, if she washed it off first. But she hadn't. It tasted like disgusting, but then a tangy aftertaste. It made me vomit repeatedly and, scarily, want more. Then Perry appeared... Oh dear God. Not important. How did he taste... I'm not playing. Sara,