Diary Of A Queer Browning

Did you run out of color when you were painting me? I want to be coloured in shades of black and white I've always wanted to be a black unicorn dipped in white So I can talk about how a black suit can stain a white tie. I tried killing the Yin inside while escaping the Yang The women inside of me are tired As we evolve I realised that the more we exchange clothes the more we exchange each other's skeletons I heard it is common courtesy to let the skeletons in your closet out at least once a year so they can see how lucky they are that they aren't living. I want to bleed ink instead of blood I want to write about the monotone of idiosyncrasy, With a hint of euphemism I don't know how give truth a voice, I give it words. I've realised that all mortal sins are one size better fit all. And that humans do not like reading about themselves.