Graphic Novel

I feel like I am a comic book my life unfolding drawing by drawing at first in colour (then only in black & white) waiting for what the next panel will unfold or the turning of the... ...page! “What will the artist think - next? ” a speech bubble thinks for me beside my head. I feel like I am Osiris & have been (by my brother Seth) cut up & my bits scattered all over Egypt. “Whatever next? ” a speech bubble bubbles up next to my throbbing temple a towering obelisk of a migraine. You gather me with your love bring me to my self again anoint me with your caresses join my lips to your lips in a holy kiss until I am whole until I am the glory of Osirus You...my Isis! But wait hasn’t a fish eaten my d**k (hard to swallow…that) & you can’t get it back! Can’t the artist ditch that bit ...surely? I wish he wouldn’t follow the story ...so closely! So much for being legend! But all is not lost! You have thought of everything! You click on: f” on your new Soho vibrator “built (so it says) “ to fit the natural contours of a lady! ” And then a little panel saying CONTINUED NEXT WEEK... Damn! I wish I Could find out Who’s drawing my life!