I wish I could write about this
Yet every sentence
Seems to be a run onn,
Intertwined with the lines
On the road that my mind is drawn to

My phone keeps buzzing
And my mind is shut off
5 missed calls
4 people saying
3 words,
Don't leave us.
The bass of my brash decision
Pushes on my leg,
Reminding me to stay in my lane.
2 times I tried to pull off these vines
That drag me to this train station
Of the dark side of my mind,

I get out of my car,
Hands sweating,
The air seems heavy
As I beckon to the ticket office

I say hi
Yet the ticket clerk looked low to the ground
As she shreds the ticket
From her defunct hair
Causing the gates to limbo adjacent from her open.
I take a deep breath
And I take
1 step forward

They all look so young and lively and free on the Berkeley campus
walking and smiling and dancing swing and exercising and studying in internet
cafes and along the college walk there are clubs: pre-dental society,
women engineers, others, worn signs that stay out all year long in California and wear well
like the Clinton/Gore bumper sticker still visible and affixed to the stop sign off Telegraph and I wonder when there will be an avenue called "Internet"
And along the walls of Cafe Mediterraneum are highlights of the sixties, photographed by the dead owner of the place and there are still students studying and wierdos and old people reading books but there is no inspiration here anymore
From my generation, the eighties there are no pictures, and none from the seventies either and from the nineties and this decade has come and gone without notice on the walls
because youth by itself does not renew and innovate and the pressures of culture are too strong to re-invent and
it's not like there's nothing wrong, nothing that needs to be changed in our world today if anything things are worse
but now youth is only thinking about youth and buying low and selling high and there is no more idealism, no more desire to rectify anything, only to establish oneself as part of the middle class or above and have a house and 2.5 children
when the world is quickly being destroyed now just not by war, or an atomic bomb
that would be obvious because it would be loud and white and then there would be darkness and drops of rain and devestation
but I think I want to drop an intellectual bomb on these young people and tell them to wake up and try to change the world again and stop watching Reality TV and
do something that will help the world and put your picture on the wall of the Mediteraneum because you are trying to help the collective good and not just feather your own nest and not just worship the rich and exploitive entrepeneurs and try to emulate them as we were told to do in the eighties because that is just selfish meaninglessness that can't keep being replicated in this world, because it can't withstand it
our land and water can't withstand this lifestyle and the dollar store selling cutesie things made in China are coming from child labor and blood money and this dollar store is on Telegraph and no one cares or notices not even the young,
as slave labor continues to produce goods, just not here, where you can see it
and even if you care about animals, you can think of two million cats and dogs torchured and skinned alive for their fur in China and you , Berkeley are wearing it onn your fur trimmed coats
There is an eeries silence on Telegraph now where there should be the aliveness of debate and not just to get ahead, but to give a voice to the voiceless and alleviate the real and obvious suffering in the world
So youth, you are not so young and fresh you are a dissapointment
you are cowardly, pondering your own navel
and submissive and I expect more
THIS IS NOT ENOUGH
change is frightening, but it is
the only thing
that will save us

We hangout together for the first time
And was doing nothing on that mean while,
With the romance full of plate
with spring rolls on date,
The worth time we spend was best,
The world goes around my soul,
I felt of being so special on that role,
We are onn for the next half hour
And wanted to engrossed on that moment to be assured,
Time was in haste
But we were slow
We couldn’t found it in our flow.
I moved little more,
And as I took,
Suddenly he whispered
And gave me a look
I thought of asking but I continue my walking,
I bellied for the worst thing goes around
For his taste I did not know anything about.
But, there was something,
Which proved me wrong,
I observed the strength of love of our
And felt the the difference
After that hour.
Love you pratik, thanks for the ring.

HI DUDES


I WOULD LOVE TO GET INTO HOLLYWOOD, BUT I HAVE TO SETTLE WITH WHAT I AM DOING

WHICH IS PLAYS WITH MENTAL HEALTH, NOW, DON’T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE THIS A LOT

YA SEE, I HOPE WE ARE STILL RIGHT TO GET FUNDING FOR NEXT YEAR, CAUSE THIS IS

MAKING ME BE ONE OF THE FAMOUS PEOPLE, YEAH I AM GOING TO DRAMA THIS YEAR, 2015

I AM LEARNING CHARACTERS, BUT I WOULD LOVE TO BRING MY CHARACTERS OUT TO THE

OPEN STREET, I HAVE BOUGHT TOPSY THE CLOWN TO GORMAN HOUSE, AND I WOULD LOVE

TO READ MY POEMS ON THE RADIO, OR START A NEW SHOW ON MAYBE, ADELAIDES CHANNELL 44

YA SEE PERHAPS, I CAN START A NEW POEM READING SHOW, AND I CAN SHOW SOME OF ADELAIDES

FAVE NIGHT SPOTS, THAT IS WHY I PUT MY FAKE IMAGINARY TV STATION TO YOUTUBE, TO GIVE

THE TV BOSSES IDEAS, OF HOW THEY CAN USE ME, ON THEIR SHOWS, YA SEE I CAN HELP IN

NEW MORNING SHOWS, I AM WILLING TO LEARN MORE JOKES, NO SUSIE AND MARCO WERE

CHARACTERS, BROUGHT ON TO SHOW MY COMMITMENT TO GETTING UP TO LIVE TV

AND IT SHOWS THAT EVEN IF I READING, THEY CAN FIND A WAY, I WILL WORK WELL LIKE THIS

YOU DIDN’T SEE MY MISH MASH VARIETY NIGHT SHOW IN FULL, BUT IT SHOWS, I AM JUST

ABOUT AS FUN AS THE TV PEOPLE, OK, WELL I DON’T READ, BUT I CAN READ, AND WE NEED

TO SHOW THESE TV PEOPLE, THAT I CAN DOM SHOWS LIKE

BREAKFAST SHOWS ON COMMUNITY CHANNELS, REFERENCE AAA YOUTUBE TV AND AARON CLAYTON

PARTY SHOWS FOCUSING ON NIGHT SPOTS, BRINGING FUN FAMILY LIFE TO THESE NIGHT SPOTS

LIKE PLAYING DRINKING GAMES YOU WOULD HEAR AT HOME PARTIES, USE YA IMAGINATION

I WOULD LOVE AN RELATIVELY EASY BUT HIGH PAID ROLE IN MUSICALS

I HAVE STORIES THAT PEOPLE LOVE TO ACT OUT

YOUNG PEOPLE IN CANBERRA HAVE ALREADY ACTED OUT ONE OF MY ROLES

POETRY SHOWS ON CHANNELL 44 ADELAIDE, WHERE WE CAN FIND OUT HOW MANY POETS

ARE ABLE TO SHARE THEIR POEMS, ON A SHOW,

I NEED TO GET MY NAME OUT THERE, OK, I NEED TO FEEL PART OF THE WORLD

I DON’T READ, BUT I CAN ACT AND ENTERTAIN,

I AM A YOUTUBE ******, ONN AAA YOUTUBE TV AND AARON CLAYTON

I AM JOHNNY GEORGIE BROWN ON HELLO POETRY

I AM WRITER JOE ON WRITERSCAFE

I AM BRIAN ALLAN ON ART COLONY

GO TO THE MENTAL HEALTH TV FACEBOOK PAGE AND READ BRIAN ALLAN

I WANT TO BE FAMOUS, I DID ART THERAPY IN BELCONNEN

AND I AM TRYING TO BRING THEM TO ACT IT FOR THE COMMUNITY IN 2015

I AM AN INTERNET CELEBRITY

I AM XFACTOR GIANT ON ART 3000.COM

I CAN CHANGE THE WORLD’S THOUGHTS, PLEASE GIVE ME A GO

I KNOW I AM 45, AND NOT A YOUNG PERSON

BUT, I AM TELLING YOU WHAT I WANT TO ACCOMPLISH

PLEASE ONE DAY HELP ME, GAIN ME ENOUGH MONEY

SO I CAN GET AT LEAST ONE HOMELESS HOTEL IN THE WORLD BEFORE

I GO TO MY NEXT LIFE, I AM TRAINING FOR STARDOM AS WE SPEAK

THROUGH MENTAL HEALTH

I'm just a lil baby cutie patootie
I wanna **** my thumb like I'm smoking a doobie
I eat all the munch, then I screamin for more
Then when u turn around I gonna **** onn the floor.

Poopy poopy ****, I wanna **** on you.
Open ur mouth, I give you something to chew
But you won't get mad and you won't scream,
Cos I'm just a little baby *****, that's me!

uh huh

lil baby *****
lil baby *****
I'm just a lil baby cutie patootie

lil baby *****
lil baby *****
I'm just a lil baby cutie patootie

surds imo questions

i kno wts gona happen now something wil go wrong for a lott of time then something good will happen then again something badd and this will goo onn forever till i don't give up for ever but i will never give upp for ever then this will continue ******itt

Expect a change of Heart, Only when you would have a change of Mind..
Gratified, Since this immense Feelin is causing Pain..
Divided we may Stand, Await to fall Inseperably United..
Though, we ain't got a way to unleash them..
Void the pain of hurt & Being hurt by doing soo..
When you Oppose to glide as Known, Makin yourself Unknown..
Just Ease a sigh over an Eye & I'll Gladly be willing to break the Precious that I've got for you..
Dream onn with the scent of Lavender's, Just because you wanted to make Ecstacy..

Lonely
by Carl

Oh I'm tired of feeling lonely
lost my Girlfriend long ago
Oh I tried to cross the Cascades
but it comense to snowA

Im tired of being defeated
don't know when I'm going to win
I been kicked out in the weather
don't know when I'll get back in

I tryed to cross the ocean
but the waves they were too rough
I thought that I could make it  
but I found I weren't so tough

I'm tired of being disgusted
I will not be displeased
I thought I was half crazy
My mind it was diseased

I'm worn out and I'm tired
I can't catch my breath  
It gets cold before the Sunrise
I might freeze to death

I tried to find the sunshine on my darkest day
I walked onn in my sadness until deep into the night
I walked on feeling hopeless on my longest trip
I just kept on walkin, searching for the Light

I bore the heavy burden up the Mountain trail
They tried to defeat me
they all hoped that I would fail
But I just kept on clibin'
I knew I would prevail

enthralled forr noww

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and yes sir i be doing some advanced maths  there ,./.


ChatGPT said:
🔥 Now that makes it perfect. Two rooms, mountains all around, the Milky Way above, and you wrestling with advanced mathematics in the heart of Gamshali. Let’s build the whole scene—a full day in your life there:

🌅 Morning
You wake up just as the first light touches the peaks. The air is crisp, almost biting, but your little stove is already crackling from the night’s embers. You make a mug of strong chai, wrap yourself in a thick shawl, and step outside for a moment. The valley is silent except for the soft chatter of birds and the faint sound of a distant stream.

Back inside, you sit at your wooden desk by the window. A notebook lies open to a page filled with your handwriting—symbols, diagrams, little sparks of inspiration from last night. You’re working on something deep: the nature of computational boundaries, maybe a geometric intuition for P vs NP, or a new perspective on category theory.

You scribble, pause, stare at the apple trees outside as your mind spins on some abstract landscape. The world outside doesn’t pull you away—it feeds you. Each snow-capped ridge is like a curve in a graph; each falling leaf, a new lemma.

☀️ Afternoon
After hours of thought, you stretch and walk out. The mountains keep watch as you wander through the small path behind your house. The neighbors smile when they see you—a little amused, maybe, that you’re “the math guy from the city.”

You return, light a small fire, and cook lentils and rice. Simple food, but the taste feels richer here, maybe because there’s no rush. You eat slowly, your mind drifting back to a proof idea that came to you on the walk.

The second room becomes your thinking chamber. You lie on the rug, eyes fixed on the ceiling, and let your brain wander. Sometimes you pace, whispering definitions to yourself. Sometimes you sketch wild diagrams—hypothetical Turing machine configurations, weird topological surfaces—on a whiteboard or a big sheet of paper pinned to the wall.

🌌 Evening
Night falls early in Gamshali. You light a lantern and pour another mug of chai. Now the stars are out—millions of them. You sit by the window, notebook on your lap, and try to connect the dots between the finite and the infinite.

There’s no pressure. No deadlines. Just pure exploration. The kind of deep work only possible in stillness. You may not have cracked P vs NP today, but you found a strange, beautiful pattern linking combinatorics and geometry that makes your heart race.

Before bed, you step outside one last time. The cold air fills your lungs. The Milky Way stretches overhead like a cosmic equation written across the sky. You whisper:

“Tomorrow, we go deeper.”

And you mean it.

Want me to also design your two rooms as a “mathematician’s monastery”—like a sacred place for creativity, filled with tools and a rhythm of life that keeps your mind razor sharp? Or should I make it even more wild—as if the rooms themselves “respond” to your thinking like a living lab?

intelligence come onn what you gott i dare you

come onn baby take it eazyyyyyyyyy

come onn baby take it eazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

im a worlds best funny ****** out there creative just an icying onn cake mann

keep onn rocking the free worldS

_and i m bck onn my knees

andd now  my rebellion has goneon fullthrottel i will be writing a book ____god willing _just be onn a look out for anything likke that cause i will fecking write it

its fckin 42 deg celcius no AC no coolers,, party on man
just the wits to carry onn