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Created on: January 16, 2007 Last Updated: May 14, 2007
When I'm down,
I feel like a half drawn cartoon.
I'm here, and it may be fairly obvious who, or what I am
although
I'm some how incomplete
I'm here
in outline
but I'm not awfully solid
I'm empty,
lacking colour and background
there is no movement,
no life.
I am unanimated
When I am complete
I'll have resilience
and comic immortality,
drop an anvil on my head,
I'll re-inflate myself
run over me with a steam roller,
I'll peel my self from the road and carry on
but now
at this moment
I remain flat
on the page
two dimensional,
unreal,
incomplete
I need an artist who
with bold strokes
can make me whole
who will ink in
a rainbow existence
check continuity
plot my course
and script my life.
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