i should tell you that i wear a mask now. it could have been from my childhood, like superman's suit. i certainly feel powerful with it on. but it was the sun that powered the man of steel, not the suit... anyway, i might have gotten the mask from a second hand store. it's sorta like one of those lucha libre masks mexican wrestlers wear, or one of those japan wrestling masks. it's black and purple with silver piping and the eyes are whited out, giving it this comic book feel. it doesn't cover my whole face, just my eyes, ears, and nose. it ties in the back like a boot and the top of my head sticks out, like cyclops. thats my story. im a man with mask, i might have been, but i most certainly am now.
ah, but i know what you're wondering. why am i here? what do i want? well, truth be told, i cant tell you. not yet. what i can do is tell you where i stand. wat i think. how it is. of this much i am certain.
ps, i recently crossed paths with a fellow named Drew Everyday. i dont know how i feel about this guy. he's a little brash, but he seems like he's on the up and up. he won't leave me alone (i just want to be left alone) i dont know. that's fine with me though, the closer he is to me the better for me to keep an eye on him...
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