there is no place like home 

because its broken..

sometimes the thought police

get you…

i was a mad scientist
but i lost my the scientific
part of my brain when i
became a praying mantis.
but
am still a scientist at
heart.
but i have heart problems.
it burns if i don’t raise
my hands.
and i’m then treated like
a dog even though i am
insect.
and nobody cares.
praying mantis means
i’m praying for good things
to happen all the time
for everybody.
and everything.
everywhere.
and then
i’m dying i don’t last
long
maybe one year to live
i’m make a good pet
compared to most
insects. i have a masters in interdimentional
physics but am mostly a true failture at life.