Mosquito Diaries.
I don’t want my body to go to mosquitos who draw on my flesh. Do you?
“Mosquitoes”
Musky toes all around
Stomping on the ground
Like soldiers falling in
Dirt laden and flip flopped skin.
Mosqui-tos all around
Feasting like little blood hounds
At the last supper loosing sin
Blood drip, bump bent, begins the irritant
Consuming the body and the blood
Fishers of men, creating the flood.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!