A Play on Words

I did not think I would choose this blip except I was contemplating a similar aberration but coloured squares converting my face into a contemporary mat of patchwork, indifferent to what I look or appear like at all and the oil heater thermostat failed or its switch anyway there was a fire. Everything changes.

I heard pfft! like a fuse burnt to its conclusion in my imagination something like the Mad Magazine bomb and my head swivelled like a loose cannon on dubious mountings. What can you imagine my eyes did at the sight in the thermostat cavity of fire falling and flames shooting up I leaped to my feet tell you.

The rest is history. Skip what did I do in what order.

There is something not here about this portrait I had played with before all this happened. That's not smoke, but focal zoom and B&W.

Although it disguises the mottling of my skin and removes where the scar on my chin is beginning to be taken over by the anticipated folds around it of surrounding skin that found there was nowhere to stretch nevertheless I like it for being nebulous, but that it is naturally deceptive. I didn't seek the deception.

I am shook by other information like an earthquake because I googled oil heaters and I never knew that sitting in a room with an oil heater on for hours on end cannot be good for you because they emit carbon monoxide.

My demeanour has that slightly mad look that people get who can't see and didn't realise earlier they need new glasses mixed possibly with CO emanant (is there a word).