a birthday card for my brother OR too many fairytales.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOBI!

Once apon a time there was a prince. He wasn't really a prince, but one day he would be King. He was a child of Big Ideas (Big a warm and loving father, and Ideas a clever and generous mother). One day the prince encountered an evil witch who went by the name of Life. Now Life was capable of being many things, and came in many unexpected forms. Life came as crying lovers, educational endeavours and once as a strange family meeting with a therapist. Sometimes Life made the prince's sister vicious and downright mean and sometimes Life twisted the prince's own self and made him withdrawn and sullen. But where there is bad there is good, and where there was an evil witch there was a good witch called Dreams. The prince soon learnt to follow his Dreams (he felt quite possessive of this witch and referred to her as such) and although sometimes Life got in the way he knew his Dreams would get him somewhere wonderful. With Dreams he made strangers laugh, he made friends shine and grow and flourish, he made the whole village appreciate art and words and the magic of being human. He built worlds. And in many ways the worlds had built him.

The prince was now 27 years old, and with some help from Dreams, Big Ideas, and even a little from Life, he had become a King.

(at least in the eyes of his little sister.)

shit shit watery brown black red tar shit shit hard shit blood shit vomit shit.
my life coiled around the toilet bowl.
and the doctor will say 'there is nothing wrong with you' and dizzy from dehydration, blood loss, the exhaustion of this all i will smear shit all over their smug face.

"We're out of milk" King sobbed in to the floor, praying (to Whoever) God hadn't listened when he'd suggested shag carpet in the kitchen earlier that year. There'd been disagreements all round over tile colours but at this moment he rejoiced in apricot. God took the hint, grunted, and left.
He walked to the end of the block, made himself as small as he knew how and wished he knew who to pray to.
"If this is my world...if we created this-
then I have no one to blame."

King pictured himself running down the street to God, scooping him in to his arms and kissing him tenderly on the mouth.
"There is no blame. There is no regret. I have loved every moment."
He fetched the mop from the tiny cupboard in the bathroom and cleaned up his mess.

Somewhere in the middle God and King Kong had an argument over dishes, God screaming "NEED ME." King hated confrontation and promptly wet himself, stickying the apricot coloured tiles.