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i write

and i write with not many words

i so admire my Bunni for being able to comprehend

vast words and to be able to think around corners

but then maybe it would be simplified way too

much if i had that going for me

i paint

and with not that many colours

I look in awe at other artists works

paintings flowing with flashes of colours

merging and mutating unlike mine

then again i have my style

i have been crazy since i was eight

ask anyone who has had to spend

twenty four hours with me

they would swear it was twenty five

and im not good looking

damn!

think Rasputin or a slim possible

Big Lebowski

maybe im stretching it

maybe its just three oclock in the

morning up here

lots of worries lots of fears

crazy obsessions and darkness

frustrations

addictions

i dont think i actually can paint

but people love my works

and i dont really think i can

write either but people apparently

(thank you all for your honesty)

think i can also

been through the mill

been on the road

been under scrutiny

mostly very happy with where i

am at these days at this age

and yes I am forty three and

am on several medications

for Bi Polar

and actually am glad that i

am and was “Crazy” because

i admit this now

it has made me what i am

today

the experience damned near

killed me but i am much

more mellower and wiser

and with this admission

its time i was off to dreamland

with my tunes and my beat

up old cd player that i love

so much

Orgami Over and Out…..