dr_mandrill

I've been away for a while. 

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. 

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

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… 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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