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."
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."
