Dreamtime 42

My World is made of broken Boxers, a little to lonely to rock. So, where is my Castle? When at night, I supper alone? I embrace every next faze. Madness? Noy yet. I called Nostradamus, and pricked a finger in fable. I played a Jester, so all died laughing and it festered. I enrolled to Captain Cook, but sailed only as a Captain Hook. Answer madness again? Answer? Me and I, are having tea, with Little Madhatter and the cat. They lost the only question, with the morning mail. And Alice said: At last I see, Castle and me, always eating fruit loops. So I understand! That's what Canon's shoot! For tourists find bomb stones, to bleeding boring. -1994