Walrus

Walrus has one foot in the garden and the other surgically-attached to a keyboard. His head is lost somewhere in the clouds and one hand beckons you for a hug while the other wards you off. One eye is stuck on a multicoloured THING, while the other you know not what it sees. One ear listens to all the sounds of the universe. The other hears only introspective warblings. One nostril exhales a cloud of blue smoke, the other snifflingly inhales Mother Earth's breath. One leg wears a leg of tye-bleached orange jeans, the other jet black. Half head black, half head purple, one eye on, one eye off, the question mark is as plain as day to all who see. Exclamations spin from fingertips, conscious drips through oily pores, but above all, silence.

Continue onward... Weird Mother

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