Paragon Of Insanity

  Yes, as a matter of fact, I am insane. Does that surprise you? They say that crazy people don’t really believe themselves imbalanced, but that is just my way of throwing you off the scent. I gave up on normality years ago, I couldn’t even tell you what it looks like anymore.

  If you were by chance looking for some interesting conversation and a little jaunt into the realm of strange, you have come to the right place. I can bend my head like a pretzel into all sorts of abnormal positions, and I would be more than happy to share my technique. However if you were after a pretty girl, easily swayed by endearing words and expensive jewelery, you are definitely barking up the wrong tree. 

  It’s okay really, it happens all the time, this misinterpretation of  who I am… I blame it on Wall Mart and Yaz commercials. Cookie-cutter images of women in floral print frolicking in daisy fields does not prepare a person for Wild Woman, who wipes with leaves and swears like a sailor. Once it would have bothered me, but I have cast off the opinions of others in the same way I discarded preconceived notions.

  So consider yourself warned, and stop staring at me like that. Honesty can be a bitch, and if you want lies and falsity, you can easily find it elsewhere. I am walking on my own path, leading an army of crazies behind me, concurring empty pages in the name of poetry.

  If you catch my drift you must be pretty groovy, and if you don’t I feel sorry for you. It must be hard to fit your head inside all those walls and mental filters. If you ever want to break your mold and walk on the wild side, feel free to come and visit. I am always up for a little pleasant corruption of order.

 

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3 thoughts on “Paragon Of Insanity

  1. God, I love you, Kelley Rose. You make me laugh, make me think, make me sigh and cry… I always feel better when I see you, or read something you wrote. Thanks for being such a wild and unique individual, you shine. And I am ever so grateful for your friendship, little sister.

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