Thursday, March 31, 2011

Ramblings of a dangerous mind – 1

I can’t compete with her. It’s impossible. She doesn’t exist. She’s just a dream – a fragment of his imagination.

And yet I want to hunt her down and slay her. And keep her head in a big jar full of water. For display. Like a memento – a sign of my victory.

I am the scorpion; I am the green eyed monster. I am barking mad.