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Hi, I'm MindSlinger.

I am a 44 year old man who has been disabled by aspergers. This is where I usually explain what aspergers is, and I'm thrown off a little by not having to do that at this forum.

So, I live in my head like any well respected shut-in.
I dont understand the social world.
However, I have a better than average understanding of reality.
Thats nothing to write home about when you have the kind of time I have.

Mostly though, people are not very interested in discussing the things I discover.
Picking the potatoes doesn't require any special understanding of reality.
So, I write poetry, and prose. I build prodigious soap boxes filled with stuff from my mind, then get on top and fling the stuff at everyone, every chance I get.
Basically, if the poo slinging monkey at the zoo had an iPad, I'd be doing this instead.

It's gonna get messy. (Bring your own wipes.)

Thanx
MindSlinger

Welcome to Wrong Planet!

Are your poetry and prose published anywhere. Inquiring minds want to know).

Welkome to WP

Mick

Welcome to WP. I agree with redrobin62 on this, I would like to read some of your work as well.

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Hi guys.
For the next line I would refer you back to the subject line, I'm too lazy to type that in again.

No, there's not much of my poetry online. Usually when I post in a forum it is to reply to other people's posts. Starting posts is really not my forte'. I saw on someones intro, or their signature tag that they prefer to communicate in questions. I get that. I'm guessing a lot of ppl here get that.
But, boy howdy! When someone posts something that inspires me, I expend a great deal of creativity in responding. And that is where you will read my most creative stuff.
However, I have stuff I can post here if you would like to read it. I'll paste a short one right here, and you can tell me if you'd like to see more.

This one is called:

The Dreamers of the Winter Wood

The dreamers of the Winterwood  are beginning their work.
The night hovers in the background.

There! 
A portrait is tossed high into the night, it is a window painted on the darkness. 
Far below, a courtyard. And an enchanted wind to entice the leaves to dance.

(Listen now!) 
Eaves. Not there! Not to be seen, but heard, composed as a fugue to mark their rightful place in the work.

A neophyte carries supplies. But wait! The child trips over a dreamers whim, and splashes the night with bright droplets of yellow, blue, and green.

A splash of silver becomes a potential moon, but for now it is only a lamp silhouetted by the one who waits in the window. 

That's it. What do you think?
(don't worry about hurting my feelings, I have good strong man leather for skin.

Thanx,
WordSlinger

"Not all those who wander are lost." ~Tolkien