Seeing as I haven't done this I do it now.
The infant child it lies
dreaming infant dreams and cries out in it's waking dream:
Hotsuma! Hotsuma!
The toddler of dreams does not think
yet percieves all sins and dirty thoughts
it cries:
Hotsuma! Hotsuma!
When will the blunderbuss become the DJ of dreams yet again?
Wearily the mother had the shortest straw staggering into the childs room all painted in babyblue
Hotsuma withdraws to the shadows thinking:
why these colours? why these colours for the innocent infants?
the mother sshes her little babyboy and lifts him up says poor boy was it a bad dream
Hotsuma the baby cries but is drowned in wail
Hotsuma come for me
Hotsuma, where is blunderbuss and the dj of dreams?
And Hotsuma, in the shadows think: The children are marked from an early age. Their conditioning begins the minute knowledge of pregnancy is born. They are damned thrice when introduced to their babyblue rooms. This is their prison aswell as it was mine.
Sssshh goes the mother
Hotsumaaaaaaaaaa! goes the toddler as the scream reaches the pineal gland
Hotsuma sees hope in the activation yet knows he fails in this most important task
Ssssh goes the mother and the child cries for Hotsuma now more
The Blunderbuss, the dj of dreams walks solemly through the shadows of this world that holds us. Hotsuma he hears Hotsuma cries the infants begging for release from their prisons.
And Hotsuma, the Blunderbuss of dreams for the dj walks.
Bravo! Magnifico!
Author! Author!
Woo!!
Sepia, you magnificant being you. 8)
thank you thank you
ya far too kind
you really are 8)