Jaundice

[zoolane]

Jaundice.


The yellow bags which beneath my eyes are getting bigger by the minutes. What trying to blend into the pale white skin but just more jaundice. Maybe the if I used felt tip or colour pencil to disguise them. Will it work or not? Should I tried?
If I used a knife to gentle peel back the layers without take my eye ball out. My cheeks are drawn in by the wind in my lungs, my stomach rumbling from last meal which seven days ago. I could afford buy it. I had most juice steak, roasted vegetables and chips with water. The splinter in my trainer of glass which graze my foot, delves deep into the wore tissue that is full lines. I would said that I am healthy but I am not. My body is not temple its just waiting for it time to explode and had enough of crap foods. Is wailing for the wheat free foods but drowned with everything.

Just as I wonder round with no idea of who I am or what I am. I know that I am someone who has got stuff to writing. Does not know how I writing when nothing is be to said. My fingers seem know before I do and the words flow as night drawn in. Why can I only do it without even knowing that I am writing.

[hillwalker]

That last paragraph floating at the bottom of this piece tells everyone who doesn't write what it's like to be a real writer.

The rest - a mixture of unsettling and self-deprecating. It's good to see you haven't lost your touch.

H

[MystyrMystyry]

Funny Zoo, and I admire the way you keep your distance from your own writing. I like it when writers talk about their writing process (and other types of artists, except maybe method actors and mimes)

Is the first part an installment, or complete? I'd like to read more in one hit (but not if you're not in the mood/pressed for time)

[zoolane]

Thank you MM and Hill. I having think whether write bit each day and add to this piece?

[zoolane]

As I walking in freeze wind just before six in morning. I see few lights on wonder if they had bad night sleep as I have to get myself bury just on the edge of the bed. Which done since I was little and used think Disney characters would eat me as lay a sleep. Suddenly the urge to get up was upon, I must drank to much during night. I navigate my feet to the door but time without nearly knock myself. I could see the light blurred at me. I am sure it know it me because flicker maybe it said 'not you again'.

The distance from me to outer thoughts which are muddle inside this so called mind which probably confused simplest little idea that in here somewhere. I can get it out or even know what part to look.? If only I could take my head off see it myself. Stupid idea I know because will be in here sockets. Well I am here again with strange flow to words being type by my crooked fingers and mean of it all is? Hell if I know.

[MystyrMystyry]

Hilarious Zoo!

Have you thought of submitting sketches to television comedy shows? If I was you I'd do it today


(Eaten by Disney characters - you really know how to crack me up!)

[cafolini]

Zoolane has a wacky world here. It's a good one. I also suggest television comedy shows. Roger, out.

[zoolane]

Thanks you MM and Cafonlini.

[Steven Hunley]

This is pure Zoolane and as such, highly enjoyable. Don't ever dilute it.

[zoolane]

Thank you Steven. My writing about might not grammar correct but aleast make people smile that will do for now.

[zoolane]

Drift a long with eyes open but really close and not see what front of them. Odd bit of blur vision with the everything staying still. The colour which sing away from by life with encourage to going beyond the normal realm. Feeling the squares under my fingers, slow the letters become imprints like tattoo. But if you look closely and in the pitch black they glow. I think the blood is drawn out slow while sleep and being replace with ink.

The cloud move in and out of the distance which dim my judgement of situations and people. The words I write are my own fingers which belong to reader eyes or their mouse to copy and paste to put any blank box. I know will probably and only publish on this site due own problems. If people are slightly or not confidence own ability then deal with it not steal others people writing.

[zoolane]

The day has come to forgive the past and sail with dignity into the present which only be good experience. If wish it to you full your aims. If only you see pass the negative desires which lingering own mind. The haze and pain you feeling your soul can smooth over with skill and easy with the strike of the keyboard. Flash of desire to fill the page with imaginative and weird combination of words.

It past as haunt me by small possible prickle that sent the colours faded out but with way of knowing they will be back someday. The replacement is due to come soon I hope. My desire to creative a paragraph with strange grammar and fault mistaken which everyone else see. I can not do need eye test or new brain from scratch again as child?

[zoolane]

The flirtatious band of light brownish yellow seem to got longing with the animate of my fluttering lid. With a world from the dimension of the earth scale. My head is crack under the pressure, the steam is seething like a pea super across the air. The damp is soaking through to by wore out and non calcium bones. Maybe if they break I could then being used for chalk so I could outline hop scotch.

The siren liquid that as beat me down to the floor which now stirred me to make me whole. Do I really want to become same as them? The hell with rise with in me as I am own personality and mind is own with all the damage loops.

The screen is white as get while sitting in a dark room. The dark is the light which cradle me into next life with guiding sense and the words will be tipped over me as put them on the white screen.

Maybe I should started blog on daily basic instead of add to this?