Though not, yet stone cold

Thorough investigation of my own mind , prejudices, dreams, abstractions and sentiments took me to this place where grave oppinions are just hollow buckets. These oppinion  buckets are of this world and in constant moving. I suppose, because, I have never seen one oppinion bucket myself. To prove that something like this is real I made an ludicrouss assumption that the spoon is not just the spoon and that the  bucket itself is moving in air because it is not really the bucket but the human scull with all its fortifications and grey matter posing as a trustee, a head with wings I will call it from now on.  Now, we all took that knowledge from the school on millions of brain cells working with one another , as working in pairs and sharing all those eclectic feeds to form some kind of understanding or reasoning to that fabric of brain that is foolish enough to exist when all this little organisational units are working for themselves and not for the operational brain. Very sad indeed, but brain does not think so, it  takes this for granted and exists there without need to do anything, just sits there and feed on understand these tiny neuro- communication. Smart brain never goes out from it´s scull and leaves the job to this twitchy impulses which cross over from one part of the brain to another in hope that it will not be  double crossed by the neuro agents or be witness to some horrible disaster or even death of this so called brain communicaters... part two comming soon

    Do not mind the buckets , feed your  neuro spies with sugar, mellow the hollow, buckle up  and for gods sake do not believe in god.

dandy

I was, walking, the other day it was fine weather. When it finally struck me. I am not the only one having, back ache. And you know, I desegree with all that talk how life sucks and the pain people experience through life , life is all but that. It is more about fixing and cherishing the mother superior , for all I know if you get some pain in your boots you do not go to the dentist, you drink a bear, you lay down and you grab your jeans in case there are some bisquits in it. If not, you gotcha go into the store and get some . Than again the bra! is fine ,it is just fine, especially if there are some nice breasts under it, if not , you are in lite trouble. You gota pull that throtle and if the parachute holds you can consider yourself a lucky mfc, if not you are gone, just as the two swedes I remeber or I imagined who asked for some cheap thrills from some brasilian prostitutes during the festivals , and you know what, they were transvestites, yeah, truly obnoxious.
I like animals too, but I do not like them if they wanna eat me. I learned one thing in life, you can pretend to be uneatable than the animals go somewhere else to feed on, and you can again consider yourself almfc. But if you stay on one place and fart that is from fear I beg your p.m. you are in trouble , cause the animals they smell gas, it is like a dolphin to a shark or a rhino and an elephant it goes alltogether all of it. The more you are afraid of these animals the more youre gonna fart and the closer they get, the more you are afraid. I can philosophise on this more, but the trouble is such I have got no troubles . Frentzy "friendly", or medley do not know what has allready used to being rellative to the rellation self, and I do not want to correlate to any of this i wrote not even to my odd old self so why dontya, why dontya, whaaaaaetc..
I would like here by to pronounce, the giveaway, one and only occasion, for my own gateaway, travel, trip, call it the journey, now officially opened . You adorable friendly faulks can lay your friendly donations, gratuity fees or just as presents as $$ such and $$$ in a friendly manner of friendliness as a theme and have a good holidays as you aproach the exit you will friendly scratch that button that says nothing but the etiquette , safe pay pal donations so we can all smile together and after that you will remember nothing . You can even have some tasty icecream , hmm , yummy.

Cacophony

ANd lately I was found , loughing in crude circles , entangled , to that shcmuck of mine that is myself . Yet wild , endangered jive farfetched in the mind deranged , that´s perturbed in arranded sophistication of the time of equinox, paraphrased one can not just wonder , cause , jest becomes guest boulder , dash wise comes to pundit , stop blunder, too blunt, ought forget about it...

Than comes it again , that fear I am plunged every night into , before I come to that bed of mine and lay asleep for the dark of night. The despair overwhelms me , and I get that choking spasm in my throat that the next day will bring that awfull reallity of life itself . Fear itself unleashed , into my being , strikes me and it bothers me much that , I will get older the next day , for that night that has come to past.

Seriously !!! This is not a phony excuse to write something to make people more dilated or estranged . I´d consider this wretched squanderind as a pure extravagant off that chest nuts attempt to relate to my own seductory being in a world that is so lost in all it´s loneliness of friendly dlooks , eyes and smiles allong those inadvertents , or I don´t know, what ,what?!?

Some slender rest is all the mind needs , opacity is what my heart , head feeds on. I


Simple herrings desire is to be an ocean cisco.
Rellish

Chaps

I´ve got same friendly attitude as when I was a little boy , towards the birds of course.
They are nice , ya know , they fly arround no touching wind just unfolding it with their feathered wings and they´ve got some colour too. Today , I was all into it , life philosophy and babies, I noticed three ducklings making that woosh sound across the water , charming , they are trained for that of course. Think we all have bread in our pockets, but to have some you gotta grow it and than eat, if something is left over ducks get it, else, you gotta go to the store and buy some. Money you gottcha earn too . Than there´s this problem of delivering newborns , next thing you´ll see is that every day dork on a bension station with a shmuck grin all over his face that says , here´s the mad man again , he´s all but gone. To feed those lucky ducklings again , yeah. What can I say, life´s a swirl, not just bread crunchess and butter, sometimes you ought, get yourself loose in for real, it´s not about winning attitude it´s all or nothing. If I was able to breast feed these damn ducks I would have done it for sure, but all that I do is give them more bread to munch. What about my time here and there , after all this munching even the stuborness fades with tides of an old man, damn even my hair abolishes me. Know , don´t know .