A Spiral Writing from...a while ago

 Toyah Wright told me her body was a neon womb, which reminded her of her mother's lonely tomb. If the mirror becomes my mother and thus womb, what becomes of my fluorescence? What of my mother's crypt? Perhaps that is what the mirror reflects. I guess I do look like my mother though I've resisted the idea for years. I have always seen my mother as painfully beautiful. 

I came second. Never as good as the blueprint. Do the blueprint and the pinkprint know each other? How does Nicki Minaj feel about her mother? 

Islands of written stuff, love operas, and written suicides. What about an island of Pomeranians? Do they have automated feeders or do they resort to cannibalism? Do they enjoy coconut water or do they prefer the water from the commode? I can't imagine a suicide on this island, and if one were to take place, I doubt a record of it would appear in the daily newspaper. There is no newspaper delivered on the Island of Pomeranians. But do they miss music? What was music to them? Were they born here or exiled? Do they know about the movie Isle of Dogs? Do they bemoan its existence?

From beneath his foot the Pomeranians sought out for a motherland of their own. They sought no mother tongue, were bemused by the idea that they would explore the entire island. They arrived on the shore and were content with it. They had water and sand and some shade. They felt that they were home, but where is my mother? 

"Are you my mother?" 

"We look alike, so I do not mind if you call me mother."

"Must we look alike to be a family?"

"No, you're right. Resemblance is for the birds. Forget I ever said that, daughter." 

"All is forgiven mother."

"Fainting me, I wish she called on me!" 

"I don't know why you're so dramatic!" 

"No man is an island!"

"I strive to be so, they seem so much happier in Japan!" 

"Where will you go to school?" 

"The Island of Pomeranians!"

"Too far, what service could my lips be to thee then? From that distance?"

"Out of service, out of reach, out of touch! I want out! I came out of thee now let me out out!"

"Of where?"

"This stable!"

"What fucking stable?!"

"The one I was born in!"

"Call it a manger!"

"I refuse, I don't know who built the manger. I need to know who built the bed in which I lay!"

"I built it." 

"Well, fuck."