NEEDLEWRITER

I was, wasn’t I? An it… And this morning I woke up – I, myself, me and went to my, mine standard coffee shop and played a game of hide and seek with myself. “Why did I hide myself from myself, anyway?” I didn’t know… did I care? “Yep, I cared, I bloody knew I cared!” – and why all the confussion about myself? “I was a he, but at the same time an it – but was there a she but an it, too… I didn’t know.” – and what am I for as an it?
Is it something human or inhuman – and what is considered human or inhuman to wed to myself if that were possible? ” That I will do for myself, surely.” . And why do I get the strange feeling that I will make that possible for all of us – here downunder in the guts of society? “And who might that be standing next to I, the it – is it she or he?”
I said to myself – for some it is she, for some it is he, whether we are a she or a he, but with an it. That metageneration ( the beats ) said it themselves – “Either you do it, or it does you.” and they bloody knew that already at that time.”Who knew it? Seems true.” and why not prove it true by usage of capabilities of aquired tehniques to do “it”. And just this is needed – to define “it”, isn’t it? And what might “it” mean except a neutral pronoun? – and ofcourse it is all nouns that need “it” as an pronoun before them. Like an doctrine, science, art – and we don’t even use the pronoun “it” but the word itself “the”. “Let we emhasise it, to be put clearly, here on paper infront of me – with quill and ink that it is possible to wed to oneself
an art, a science, a profession in general…”
P.S. to put something on paper you need to put pressure with your hand using a quill to write something on paper. This is just a digression, to start with this “Any castrate will do except castrate by sex” said I, the it, himself to myself this morning while I drank coffee and was castrated like that myself ( except the sex ) by myself with my aquired professional hand. Said it to itself as an he, holding the professional hand himself to write about “it” ( literature ). So you can conclude I wed literature for myself. ” I’ll bloody do it. ” and I wed myself with one ringfinger to the profession of literature, as a gay writer. And I thought to myself…could it be said “he, fiction as in male writing?” asked the guy himself. And put the quill of ’till next time on his desk next to his book that he bought himself – the book was ’till now with blak pages which could be considered the perfect literary mould ( a blank book ) , always there with the possibility of filling it up with words. And in the end I said “I’m gonna get myself some more coffee and cigarettes.)