His story has just begun to unfold. Like him, it's not finished. Details are sketchy and are the memories real? Can he be trusted to tell the truth? Does he even know the truth? Is his truth the truth? If he can tell it thru those parched, cracked and bleeding lips, and speak freely, maybe we can find out what happened. It's all green and blue in a world where personality management is a virtue and....... Jonny lives in a chair in a tree stump on a small hill in a New England beach town. After his first attack his hands curled up They never stretched out again. Little Johnny, hungry Johnny Threw himself in a chair he swore he'd never leave There was no reason No heart to retrieve. It was all stolen from him Glib adults whose crimes were given To being savages, their own hands Curled like a curly hair. He felt life is sweet because "When you know what people can do to you You're ahead of the game." Jonny Stump views the world thru a cracked glass. One night Jonny Stumps leg fell off. He hugged it, he kissed it and wished it well off. After he healed he left the chair for one day. Jonny Stump is a sensitive guy. If he could, he would, He'd always wear a tie. With a pattern of argyle Diamonds w/an unending repeat Like personality and memory a grey meat. Why is Jonny so glad to be sitting Alone In a world of his own not making? "I'm gonna run! I AM going to laugh!" It might be hard with only two arms and only 1 leg for a fin. I love it here. I love it I love it I do. So much, so much to be seen from my chair painted blue. The room is grey but everything I'm told Is True blue. True Life is a desperate, hot and dark apple cider. Steaming w/the stench of bile and a grey lie. What was that man mixing While he laffed so wildly In that that tin bowl? A potion? A lotion? Some more control? Back again my feet not dare touch the floor It's there, the floor even as cold as before... Do I remember anything Was light ever white? I'm trying to remember No really I might. My name is Jonny I live in a stump I can't even walk now I can't even jump Am I me now or am I remembering A world that was supposed to be good My mind I am clearing... ....... I'm trying I had an idea and I whisked it away... "Go away, go away.. All here is intentionally grey."