Am i the only one ?
And ****: who gives a ****?? (I do)
Those were my first questions about myself. I mean, about my true, emotional, sadness..
Everyone else felt to me like sad-robots and I felt ever so lonely… This PRAGMATIC feeling had a form of void and it ****** happened for years..

****, I had two ways to go around it:

1 - So many fighting around beauty??
I said no, I have this bombastic mind to bombard the world into the obvious! As happy as that meant! ---> *******! Whoever you are!

And

2- Hell yeah(!) I was beautiful,  but motivation needed a mirror
And well if I was sad i needed a push, into the nothingness of myself…

I regressed 10 years to see that there was no Future
besides choice…

So,

Either you choose to live.

Or you choose to survive.



Expect nothing

And you’ll have everything

No matter what it is.


If you are empty inside?
Deep in that hole that is your Soul?
(Note how rhythmic are those words together HOLE-SOUL)
Well… Whole:
You need two things:


LOVE

And

FREEDOM

This dictionary i possess remains in power.
One inch wider than a body,
farther away made of anything,
maybe. who cares.
The landscape as no light and just because of that, that is that.

Up to concept
its very nature
and as high as it gets
with all prodigious resources
cats and dogs rain...
And altogether they form a piano...

What it is supposed to be written if i know nothing

Say what ever comes to mind
the universe doesn't give a ****
And if people think you are too caustic
or maybe just too WHATEVER
that's
obviously
because they smoke too much ****
or maybe not enough
It depends from where you are watching

In the end, you remove all laws and moral
and what comes out is a remarkable silence
and a pristine starry night
(works better if totally relaxed)

If i had a reason
this would go to hell on demand.
But yet there you are,
skinny white like a former life
but so uniquely alive, i find!

You!
What a sour love!
I fly Through
And above!
I worship your kind.

How curious we are
to simply love and find
opposition so close and not far

i am yet to understand aliens
to our minds
and grab hold of
me...
I cannot be better than this

Hello come in!
Rest your *** at that chair
and start thinking

So you see..
Look at the rain,
and the gray
and the pretentious negative TV...



Remember to be futile
and to donate by phone
to those dying children
you horrible person

You might just want to keep yourself way from war theaters
and find happiness here on the web

I do enjoy the occasional Angelina adopting on TV
I feel part of it

I am spreading hellos to my friends like cancer
and now you may say - yes my lord.

My stomach no longer speaks the truth
This becomes worse after communism takes hold.
There's a form of freedom in the air
but it is only a placebo.

At the backyard, around the corner, in
the
near future
all that quacky stuff floats away
and now we are all confused
in a room controlled temperature...
I might stop right here and keep going.

Ok, now time for the sequence

All this horrible happiness
is smelly
I forget my ingredients
and arm robbery my belly
GO back to the helicopter
and stay away!, you mighty crook at bay.

Usually no.
Words are nearly a form of sentences
but what are you, word?
what do you feel?

Incidentally
god bless you, but not you, back there over here.
I do not taste you

By now we purge all beauty out of the places
and think to grow a nice terminal stupidity
and smile :)

Clap your bones
you've done it

I will start this saying yes.
I mean, yeah!
Closer: i do!

I grasp nothing, but
I want you!
i guess my entire future
as far as the eye can see!
i'll nurture
this form that is you and me.

If i am a bee
you are that rose flower
that i wanna ****
i define reality this way you see
i love to muck
my broken heart with a smell
and a rusty bicycle as well

I am sorry.
I have no filters,
no morals
and no country.
Anarchy as no word and no paradox
And i say yeah