THIS IS EARTHMANN.  MY NAME IS JOHN STEPHEN LEWIS.
A BUNCH OF PEOPLE CALL ME JOHNNY.
I HAVE BRANDING ISSUES.

I think the trouble started when I was six.  More specifically though, I played around with this image of a carnival dart toss, and I stared too long.  I am no longer clear.

I am frozen to my desk chair, sometimes spinning, sometimes staring, rocking to and now fro, heightening the hypnotics I think these strange balloons are having with me.  Yes, indeed.  Rocking back, now fourth.  Clutching my knees like one of those scruffy, dissheveled checkers player you see cornered in looney bins.  To and fro.  And the shapes are expanding and contracting.  Amazing what we can see when we lose  depth perception.

I once knew a man who had but a single eye and he swore he could talk to angels.  People on the morning bus thought him crazy til I gave him an old pawnshop cell phone.  Now when he talks to himself he holds the phone to his ear, looking like any another yoyo yammering away, sane.  Should I create that illusion here?  If the market demands it.