THERE’S a lady who stays at a nearby backpackers. She always visits the forest. At first I thought she was just taking photos of monkeys cause she liked the crazy delinquents, but then I noticed when she talked to me that she would ask me insightful questions loudly and slowly, like;
Are you on drugs? Is there any medication you need to take?”
I think she’s checking up on my recent bout of insanity.
She calls me Monkey King. I call her
a witch helper lady. She tells me that I should be calling her Carol.
nice horrible, but in a nice sort of way. She’s like a mother teacher. She gets me to do homework, where I have to draw pictures about how I feel. Abu went to the Bintang supermarket and bought me paper.
Apparently I’m a genius:
I honestly thought it would be crap, but the monkeys like it. It reminds them somewhat of illustrations in kid’s books like “Green Eggs and Ham” or “Go Dog Go.” I love those books.
Due to recent reviews I am encouraged to become a
poor dude bohemian who will host an art exhibition of my work.
Recent art reviews:
Chompy: “the picture has inspired me to jump out of a tree with an umbrella.” 3/4
Abu: “Addictively exciting!”. 3.5/4
Random bird: “Screech screech, screech screech.” (Translation: assuming each screech is a star, that rates….FOUR STARS!!!). 4/4