About neima

I taste salty.
Sometimes I sit and ponder upon the very subject. I inquire unto myself, “Who are you and how did you come to be?” And then stop for a moment before my brain attempts to eat itself. I ease my mind by thinking of softer things like small bunnies. Nice soft bunnies. With their pink eyes, twitchy noses, and quick agile hops. Hops that can topple cities. You know, your run of the mill bunny of doom.
But you wish to understand me. I am not complex. I have basic needs. I’ve had a life so far involving a child hood. Or so they tell me. Perhaps, my memory has been replaced and I simply am an over-developed sponge like creature. That would explain a lot.
Hey! Why do you want to know about my life anyway?
Don’t you stare at me funny! Sod off! Go bother someone else! Go talk to your wall plaster. It will be your friend.