Oh,
Mosquito,
How I love you so.
A.M. alarms you torture me, with the ring, ring out side of me…
Hide your heart beat, quick – quick.. They’re on the prowl sensing the life to take from us now…
It’s too late DEFEND! DEFEND! There may be too many DUCK IN! DUCK IN!
I’ve been hit, I’m going insane!
The little pain and diseases will leave me maimed. You light the candles, I’ll get the spray. FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK! As hard as you can. Before we meet the Sandy Man, then it’s TOO LATE! TOO LATE! Our enemy is unseen. Their stealth is proven and syringe has no sting. Only to leave us with unpleasant dreams.
Is this for real?
Have we just become someone else’s MEAL, MEAL, MEAL…
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!
