I am sure God was tipsy the moment he decided to create me.
No wonder I continued to live my life the way my artist wanted me to be...tipsy headed life.
It started long back when my nursery teacher found me juicy enough to give vent to her pent up frustration.
And somehow I always seemed to inspire people to want to bash me up.
I guess there was something about me, tipsy me that made certain people itch to hang me upside down in a topsy turvy world metaphorically or physically.
It happened, it happened not the bells, the lights , the horses.
I had already exhausted two reliable sources who could have helped me find the mystery behind the twinkle, the tinkle and the trot- A friend who had to leave before she could find out and then a stranger who steered away just listening to life with a vampire.
Who do I tell it to except to a blog. The only consolation the blog would not speak anything back much less be spoken to by anybody else.
Who the hell was it behind a twinkle, a tinkle and a trot?
Wish a head could crack through it all!
If I speak it out, the head would be seen as cracked up for sure.
If I didn't, the the head perhaps would crack on its own.
Or maybe an invisible crack line on a wonderful head would finally be visible!
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