dr_mandrill

I've been away for a while. 

You know, people often say to me: “Mandrill," they say, "... you’re 90% ego, how come it doesn’t show in your poems more?” So here, in celebration of my profile reaching 100 comments made and received, and 500 points surpassed… 

I'm pleased to say: after killing myself off in 'Predator-Prey', I'm now back from the dead. 

One of the many scenarios I've imagined for my death. 

God has one last shot at berating the regulars down the pub. 

The most fantastical things in the world come from just behind your eyes. 

For my little nephew, who finds it in his heart to love the unlovable T-Rex. 

I noticed some of my friends look a bit weird when viewed out of context. 

I'm as sure about this as I ever am about anything. 

I think it's about having somewhere to go, and having someone waiting for you when you get there. 

Wanting not to get over losing somebody in case they disappear. I've tried to make loss into a character in it's own right.