make it easier on you -  time indeed have gone better.. turn out  a biscuit is a biscuit, a dug deep nose,  a bugger is still a bugger... here goes

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i will cease wirintg on this web site and let it go to bing ka lung. have a good day and please make up a good smile.

pish. kapish?

put . kaput . nada. nothing . no more.

then siliently , he looked up from the table , and slowly asked, what exactly do u mean?

i mean they all had passed away. 

or should i say that they don't exist?

that is better.  much better.

so the next time i would just say that.. we  have disexist our existence to each other.

in order to survive ... mentally and physically, i erased you all.

and then there these holes that u  have,  the first crucial of twenty years of  your life , and the rest are the memories of them and u realize that it was different after all... worst is that , we have different realities. and both are valid and we can't renconcile , so how? what do u do?

issues are plenty . blood is thicker than water. i rather be drinking water than living  bad blood. it's poisonous.

water, it's better anytime anyday.

i was then in the culture that wouldn't understand what we had or hadn't. so let's make  it just you and i.

the rest of the world don't matter. break all barriers. just be. better. let go of those mystical shit .

shifts

uncontrollabe kick up in breathing, when u forget to take in yourself.

the shift.

the urging -  going back to where we come from.. and the thing is we don't even know where we came from.

it 's in our pattern. always.. that womb.. the ' i am from ... here " that house is mine.. look at the word it self.. that need to belong in the end take a stronger hold, always.

so be grateful if u have one to grow old with. u luckier than most, if u do.

bring the night in your pocket front. may quiet days will remind of what's in your pocket, yes the night

not darkness. it's a promise of possibililities and to equipped desire a better chance to sit in your world.

    he slammed the door. all the strength that he could muster, he put it on the act of slamming that door. he swore , the door trembled and shrinked away as he breathed heavily outside.

could it be ...? he stopped right there. he wouldn't let , that suggestive train of thoughts which would led to paranoia , took hold. it would be more than dangerous. it's fatal.

he backtracked. she called this afternoon . on his cellphone , while he was having lunch with Teka.

nothing odd . she seemed cheery and all together in her conversation. Teka , however, was inquisitive. not with his usual , bombing away sort of talks, rather with his eyes. yes. that seemed odd.  why would ...? no. it just didn't make sense.

he breathed in and took in the view in front of him. the coffee that he drank yesterday still on the wooden table . a book , entitled, 'married to  yourself , aren't you? ', had an opened page. he walked to the table and sat on the old wooden chair. from his pocket , he lit up a ciggarete, and regressed.

play not i repeat with the muses.  leave them be . for muses would only just...., yes muses. they are based on reality that is only in your perceptions, (u perceive it as u want it to be)... and yet they  don't have to be in any way u want it to be .. ---  how's that for awakening.. ?

aummm!!

  desire runs my indeed , Art. nothing else . So is love. desire . yes. i know of it. it leaves a pain and emptiness that would never be fulfillled. i 've been with desire , and it always leaves a hollow feeling after. this is where , Shel, u have brought me to life. express thyself in such a way so that u won't have that empty feeling, ever again.

indeed.. spend a little bit of time , in the face of desire and nothing more, u almost lit up a candle with your farts alone. so , down boy! down... the winds of change is almost here....

joy . full. be. 

eeeeeee... what happened to you... ?   put your skirt back on.. eeeeeee.

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reveal . do please. reveal yourself. the only way to be. 

b e .

    spending time with yourself with lost frequencies, hanging about like toilet paper stuck in your butt -   crack. seeking acknowledgement.

i am starting up new project. Indeed . Structures and Foundations.  whatever crap that is. yes . it is different. very different than most other artists , yes indeed, but truly it is just another excuse for breathing. I lived YESTERDAY! today.. who gives a shit.

i am hiding behind love again. no i am not love .  i can't be today. it is impossible to impose that on me considering the lost Frequencies trying to take hold, yep LIKE that old TISSUE papers in you know where....

i watched Tales From the Darkside the movie today. i've seen this movie before .. years ago. this time , the story lines had become familiar so.... interpretation ensued. - bong! - suddenly things begun to make sense. Yep! I have no sense anymore. so... nonsense!

should have a dog.

maybe a cat.

Big FAT cat.

especially the one that have attitude built - in. and Fat. be my Alter Ego.

yea... wipe that grin off yer face -

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pretty explainatory. this is one of the day that i truly know myself.

knowing all why the intricates of my being and not getting angry . and yet , the budging wouldn't help at all.

the expressions on her face and the silencing of my family after , seems ever so quiet in my mind and yet loud enough to blast a whole building down. the only form that  was blasted to smithereen was my trust. there are no turning back. was taught concept of love differently, u see.

this is why i am hanging on to u . even somehow i have that feeling , that i am truly standing alone , not at my own doing. the stage was presented that way. the way i know how, back to you. love overcome that mistrust , in this case. you and this love of mine, is the only thing that explain itself with good manners.  it breaks boundaries. my boundaries.

now how i am going to be , if u r not calling me on the Goddamn phone?

transported back in to the time machine, and i rememberthat phase of time ever so vividly.

part of me wanted to believe everthing u said, since it would give meaning to what's being Good is about. My mentor. Everything that is possible, starts with you. I hate to sound all , 'predictable'.

but predictablity, is all i have.

in a different country  indeed, the more so i realize how everthing are just the same, just different shifted 'weaknesses' . that is all to it. shouldn't have my mind fix on that neither. i can't seem to be.

the betterment of my soul is , yes, to see your face again. to listen to the frequencies of your voice. to have your rested, waking eyes on me again.

ARGHHHHHH!!!!!

much is said and not done .  it is never enough. left to the sharks, even the sharks are not sure what to do with the meat, since the meat has a mind on it's own. still perking and jerking ,  giving life to what it' s used to be. the past form.

where are you?

why are you?

why can't we?

why don't we?

so I can.....

u reckon?

WHAT!!!!!!!!  I AM FREAKING OUT! MEGASENSATIONAL  TYPICAL ASS KICKING FEDUP OF WAITING SLEEPY HEAD SCREAMING LIKE A BANSHEE , CRUD SUCK ASSES arghhhhhhhHHHHHHHH!

Aummm....

how are you supposed to be now? I am done my pieces of Dumbos of 'theories' and i have to come up with something new. any new ideas.. ? how would you be now? maybe new structures and foundation of rhythm? yea? ARGHHHHHH Shitfuck!