Your face is blue and expressionless. Your face should be yellow. Different colours suit you, almost as much as your words. Consider asking: do you still want me to climb into your mind and live there for a while? I’m not so sure any longer; I spend enough time in minds. Not only mine, either.
I hear these sirens going off in my head intermittently. They wake me at three o’clock in the morning and my eyes dart around in the blackness as I wonder which emergency service has finally come for my soul. I throw the duvet on the floor and rush to pray at the white altar, forcing out the demons with heavy breaths and even heavier eyelids. Then I sleep the sleep of the guilty — restless, in other words.
Still hearing those sirens, though.
Credit: On a spontaneous whim, I asked Andre Jordan, of Andre Jordan fame, if he would be kind enough to illustrate the above with one of his fabulous drawings. And he agreed. And I didn’t even have to pay him or nuffink. Andre is currently available for commissions, although he may well insist on cash from now on.