Boggles Brown - My Cartoon Life: In The Land Of Schizophrenia

ISBN-13: 9781452816623 / Angielski / Miękka / 2010 / 50 str.

Brad James; Mike Dale

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Boggles Brown is a handsome young guy with a University degree, you'd never guess that once he was homeless, sociopathic and indigent. His book of cartoonish drawings and irreverent musings is a 48 page romp in the land of homelessness, mental illness and poverty - Boggles Brown illuminates a variety of ecclectic social phenomena. Have you ever wondered what it was like to rummage through a garbage can looking for half eaten pizza, or what it feels like to sleep on cold concrete or how it felt waiting for the doors to open at a Church for a place to sleep with a hundred other homeless, more than a few mentally ill people? Sunset ( in the land of schizophrenia ) a poem c. 2000 AD The sun rises in the east, west is where it sets Sometimes I go through a whole day, doing what I forget Time stands still, I falter, I walk to the beach, stare at the water The horizon is before me, scattered over a million miles An old couple passes, the woman looks at me - I smile The sun rises in the east, west is where it sets Sometimes I go through a whole day, doing what I forget Catholic boys aren't allowed any toys, not until heaven I remember the number of sins that are deadly, isn't it seven? I call my shrink to tell him how I feel down deep inside He tells me the best thing to do is probably run and hide The moon is high, into the deep dark corners of the night I go I have a friend - we talk a lot, I tell him everything, someone's got to know The sun rises in the east, west is where it sets Sometimes I go through a whole day, going where I forget Sinster shadows glid along behind, distant laughter I think I hear, but i'm sure it's just my mind A long time ago, I believed in Santa Claus and fairies I had a bright red fire truck, little plastic men it carried To imaginary emergencies, to rescue the people on the top floor I went to bed at night, I was Robin Hood - I took from the rich and gave to the poor The sun rises in the east, west is where it sets Who the hell I am, sometimes I forget