PHOTOGRAPHER, PAINTER, POET?
WELL MAYBE...
PROFESSIONAL FOOTBALLER?
NOW THAT'S THE STUFF OF DREAMS.
ANYWAY MY LIFE IS A CONSTANT FANTASY...
AND WE ALL KNOW THAT FANTASIES ARE OK, SAFE UNTIL THE MOMENT OF REALITY...
THE SPLIT SECOND OF DANGER...
THAT BLINDING FLASH IN INTENSE HEAT
WHEN THE CROWD BECOMES
THE HEINOUS UNIVERSAL MONSTER.
MY DEATH IS A VISION THAT WILL BECOME STARK AND REAL
WITH MY FUNERAL, I HOPE ON A COLD DAY, THUNDER AND HEAVY RAIN AS IN OLD JAPANESE FILMS AND WOMEN DRESSED IN BLACK COATS, STOCKINGS AND VERY HIGH STILETTO HEELS AND THE VEILS PARTLY HIDING THEIR MASCARA'D EYES AND BLOOD RED PAINTED LIPS.
A WORLD WITHOUT MEN?
NOW THAT'S A FANTASY TO DIE FOR!