N..O..R..M..A..L >>>> D..R..E..A..M..$ !!!!

Cancer size tumors of evil were discovered hiding

and the frontal lobe of his ginormous cranium

Making it nearly impossible for Clive to think

for long periods of time

As a young boy Clive Baker

had internal issues

That plagued his mental state

By the time Clive reached his teenage years

He had become a total recluse

Shying away from family and friends

Mumbling to himself with loud out bursts of laughter following

A laughter that was so intense it made people at times very uncomfortable

You would have instantly thought Clive escaped from an insane asylum

Although this is a temporary condition

Clive do have better days

When he is completely sane like you or I

Clive is a dapper dresser even though he is slightly disadvantaged

He has commanding good looks

Women always give him that second look

Before judging him as an asshole

He is neither of the things people say about him

He is just a boy in a mans body

He has child like abilities with strong facial features

I believe Clive can kill anybody and have no remorse

Because he is so fucked up in the head

He is creepy yet aggressive

Clive is the type of crazy you try to avoid

By walking on the opposite side of the street

Knowing at any giving time this crazy mutha fucka could snap

I was mumbling to myself as I awakened

The bed was wet with anticipation

My vision was a little blurry but my focus was that of a game hunter

I knew that something was different about me

I wasn't me

When I got up to look in the mirror I saw him

That's an evil mutha fucka I told myself

Clive I said to my altar ego friend

You bastard

You lead me on for years

If I never looked in the mirror

I wouldn't know what the

Devil ever looked like

I wish I was born like a normal little boy

Played kid games

Enjoyed living my life like others

But I can't with this fucked up brain of mines

I can't even have normal dreams