My name is John Alejandro and I am schizofrenic,
I'm not attractive at all, not photogenic either
My best friend is a clawn who gives me some advices
He's got eyes of a frog and he lives inside my ear
He talks too much and sometimes he bothers himself
And when I ask him anything, he almost never answers me back
But he can give his life for me and I give my life for him
We know that there exists a disparity
around our circle/neighborhood
People think that I am sick
Just because I go running round the city with my notebook beside
talking to dogs, wearing short pants and some cowboy's boots
With an umbrella in my hand and a bullfighter's hat in my head
But I'm not completely sick, I (can) talk to people too
I tell them lots of lies just to game/trick with their minds
I like to tell them bad directions for the path/place they're looking for
in order that they get always late to the place they need to go
I walk beside two fairy godmothers flying high with them
and carrying with me serynges filled with vitamins and morphinas
until my veins get all flooded
Then I pass by people, making funny faces to them and they get confused
Perdon me if I am laughing too much
It's just that my mother has died yesterday and I got fired out my job
I owe 6 months rent and there's not any cent in my wallet
and I don't have been taking some bath since Octuber last year
I've got many scars throughout my body
also deep cuts and first grade burns in my skinn
But nothing of this is serious, nothing is delicate
It's just that I never care about them because I pass my day anesthetized
I love to walk all alone because, that way, I'm allowed to talk to the wind
I have never had sex with a nun inside a convent
All is alright even if I know I can explode
suddenly as a mine from the Second World War
I am psychomaniac and antisocial
Right after I greet you I wash my hands with antibacterial soap
I am a mental patient, I confess
But you don't have the right of looking down on me
and treating me with rejection
Come on, get closer, I won't do anything to you
These stains in my t-shirt that look like blood is actually tomato sauce spilled on it
Come on, dear friend, get closer, the scissors I have here are for
working in the garden
I am a serial killer, like those in T.V. series
I collect dead people behind my door
For staving off my hunger, I have cereal moistened in blood for breakfest
I have no family anymore, because I killed my family
Sometimes the doctors come see me
dressed up as ghosts, trying to cheer me up
I suffer from several disturbs, yesterday I put my cat into the oven
And I've been wearing its tail as an adornment on my neck
When the crisis come, I start sweating sodium out my body
And I scream out loud in order to take out the hate inside of me
I also fear the shadows
and because of them, I dare not to go to the bathroom
and I wet myself over the carpet
But this is normal, because I'm just 13 year old
However, I ride my bicycle, and don't talk to strangers
But if I don't take my medicines along the year
then I dream of wounding you everyday
To mince you into pieces using those scissors I told you before
and to put the pieces of you into plastic sacks and to save them into the fridge
Don't get frightened about me, I took my medicines today
I'm in good humor, feeling quite happy and I'm feeling willing
I know my face is looking a bit serious but I am happy
I'm going to play with my friends in the cemetery
By the way, I'm in love with one of those friends
One year ago she died suddenly without leaving traces and witness
She is a beautiful girl with a violet coloured face
And every night she goes with me riding bicycle
She can't talk because she is deaf and dumb
And so, people think that I'm talking by myself and they think
I'm needing help
I am a serial killer, like those in T.V. series
I collect dead people behind my door.
For staving off my hunger, I have cereal moistened in blood for breakfest
I have no family anymore, because I killed my family