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The mouse and the tower. The Mouse went up to the tower, to fetch some fetid cheese When in came the cat, with birds in his hat It puffed on a cigar, and spoke from afar To the tiny mouse who came to his house What do you do here, why have you come to my home in the sun And the mouse spoke with a voice like a choke Gulping it's hopes away like soldiers to the fray I come for some food to feed to my brood The cat took offense and sent away his birds, posturing for attack They took off running ...

CHAPTER 2: That night my eyes felt heavy. I slept in peace and the world seemed a shadowy place in my dreams. I found myself barefoot and alone, standing among the grass in a plain surrounded by trees. Trees so tall they seemed like fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon was like a pearl between two thumbs. I drew closer to them, and I listened to the sound of the wind rushing between their branches. The grass blew against my legs tickling me, I could almost feel it like it were real....

CHAPTER ONE: When I think of my parents, I can only remember them from a picture I kept in my cell. I was never right and my parents knew it. When I was two years old I was in an accident. My mother lost control of the car and we slid underneath a 4 ton semi. The doctors said I was damaged. For the first four years of my life I couldn’t use the left side of my body. When I was six I regained control of my limbs, like suddenly something had clicked in my head. Like a synapse grew and made a co...

Faux Lucidity A fragile existence this life, two realities live inside us, visual spatial, verbal reason, two needed and separate cognitive realities. The landscape of our mind is a fluffy tissue, capturing all things blown into it, good bad or otherwise worthless things. Should the thin phone lines of communications between these two realities be severed by a lightning storm, or a car accident, or a siege of bright flashing light, would those realities play tricks, funny child like games wit...