Nobody is going to write some graffiti on a wall for me.
All my life, overlooked, teased, laughed at. The ugliest creature in the world.
The other kids pointing and laughing at me, telling me to watch out or the tide will turn and my face will look like this forever.
How cruel when they know that I was born this way.
A face that only a mother could love.
My big, bulbous nose – the face of an old man with a permanent frown. My skin grayish-white and gelatinous. I’m an oddity, the laughing stock of the world.
I achieved fame, the thing that almost every one desires. The thing that’s supposed to bring you money, fortune and love. It’s mine. My burden, my heartache, my constant reminder that I’m not one of the beautiful people.
My rise to fame was fast. I was “discovered” not in a mall, but on a boat – a chance meeting that I regret to this day. It was a normal day for me, then I was scooped out of the warm seas of oblivion and hauled onto the deck and suddenly into the spotlight.
There have been so many memes about me, cruel and heartless memes, making sure that I can be out of sight but never forgotten. They make fun of what I was born with, something that I didn’t ask for and can’t change. Not everyone can be lucky and blessed with good looks. All I want is to be noticed for who I am. If fame is all about noticing what I am, then I don’t want it.
If only they tried to get to know the real me instead of what they see.
Nobody has ever looked at me and said: “Awww, how cute.” Nobody has ever said about me “so ugly but cute!” Nobody has ever looked at me and told me that they love me. They look at me and scream “What is THAT?! Kill it! KILL IT WITH NAPALM!”
Everybody hates me, nobody loves me, I guess I’ll go and eat some worms 😦
I sit here, my loneliness washing over me in deep dark waters, asking myself the same question over and over again: When will I be loved?
But, but, I love Ziggy!
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Who doesn’t love a mid 30s – 40s bald, pant-less man?
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Henry applauds you Mr Furry Balls!
Excellent and very funny.
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Henry just gave me a sex change!
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I’m afraid Henry often does this…Henry sometimes forgets whether he should stand up or sit down to have a piss! Henry is non-gender specific.
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Henry is confused, bless his cotton socks. Henry is forgiven.
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…if only Henry could be forgiven. Maybe then he would not have to roam the world in perpetual hunger, for all of eternity. Henry is always hungry. Henry is always thirsty and craving for human affection. Henry is lonely…
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Henry is a vampire?
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Hell no!
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Feisty!
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Henry does not eat people. He eats chicken and shit, he just never feels satisfied.
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I bet it’s because everything tastes like chicken. Except smoked duck. Apparently it tastes a lot like pork.
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Yay, you’re back. Awesome post. Hope you were far away from the cyclone.
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I’m in NSW, far far away from the cyclone! 🙂 Though I did dream about being one the day before it started its rampage and I would have no idea what to do.
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Good!
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I Love You!
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The Blobfish will be happy to hear!
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Poetry confuses me. Is this poem about you or the fish (please excuse me if that picture is not a fish but a selfie of yourself)? Look at the bright side… at least the fish (or you if the picture’s a selfie) doesn’t (or “don’t” if the picture’s a selfie) have a unibrow.
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Don’t make me draw a unibrow on. Is that like a unicorn? I hope so. It sounds magical.
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A unibrow is a single eyebrow that tops both eyes without a space above the bridge of the nose.
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That IS magical!
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