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I have gotten the worst out of myself and played basket for more than an hour. I hurt myself too, but got no insurance . So instead of feeling sorry for myself or playing with my balls I´ve gotten myself into typing something that I like but despies, actually. I would dive now too if there was a lake to plunge my body into, nevertheless space is just a concept aint it a real thing to think of time that way too.

hail ol, dog

Apollogeess to the happy reader for all the, troubless ´s gotten into , than, I forgot to update my babies diary.
In fact I am sucking off this summer as if it was a peach.
I filed a complaint too, just for the record.
Citizenship garanted for me and myself own in the meduza nebula, indeed.
Ps. Sajrus vens out, owen knockout....

fussy

A little remainder on the time that passes

15. of april ´09

    I have been kicking myself to find, what is it that I am doing wrong with myself.

This is what got out.

From the beginning of that time, I started spending here I felt uncomfy.

I was aware that we were being whatched and analised but I hoped the best.

Mother -40 percent . Surveillance -24 percent.

When it got worse with planes marking my pitiful existence I got worried

and understood that I was being marked for some nordic- mix tell tale.

Nowadays surveillance part is much more killing me than the mother and the result is different, I´d say. Mother -15 percent . Surveillance -94 percent.

Now this result is made up by just pure guessing and it does not live any percentage for my existence but on the other side many people are I believe refreshed and happy for the best, yeah for the best.

Very bad society, Sweden is. Not bad as a rotten fruit, but bad enough to make your stomach swindle in pain if you go under the surface.  

Rudimentary - the main course

Interesting observers shoving the pathos in the ass of a donkey...              

little bit ón gunmen

I met this guy , he was a looney I´ tell ya. He was prancing like a horse and had had balls of a bull. I met him over a coffee at a place called ´masa´ that is the other name for chief in plane indian linguae.  He was moving in a way that is legit for an incomer, knew his roll was of a strangler of a company pfizszer or a bauer.  This place was not a palace but it´s fortitude was upcoming I just hoped a little bit, that it was not all about "shining".  

       - -the end--

still, monkey on my back

Funny I feel writing again. It is hard, to confiscate from the mind that was already plundered , it is some kind of school I guess , some learn some do not.  I guess we all can forgive ourselves for what we are, I sure can.

monkey on my back, zero in the bank

         As I were  not so sexually not aroused, hmmm , aaa. I remembered I could lay in some distance to that time that has passed and that is I´d say , now,  more gone, totaly and even foreverbehind me and my astonished or maybe the bored reader .   Mmm, memory strikes me with it´s full consent. If anyone remembers ,  that scene from the porno movie when a maid listens to her boss through the closed door and ends up with the sticky big wet cock in her mouth.  The feeling is the same, make some pause there there  and rethink who felt better , Mr.Chaves or that jewish cow that was slurping, or I  were am I writing this grayish simbols WIth .

         Lets make  an assumption .  We all live in a free world that is free by it´s own definition.

  Let us make more of that , assumptions I want , we want them all.    The world is huge , humongous, teriffical and  enormous. Where am I, I think every time I lay my blue eyes on those heavens , then I relapse think off all I know of it and say that´s it that´s my fucking favorite planet, I never wished for any other . Think of it this blue and grey and green and pink it is like mothers vomb, from the space I think, I do not remeber it exactly well, I was so forgetfull when I were young. But surelly someone remebers, who wasnt in the mothers vomb we go there again do not worry for me and likewise . 

         Thanks to the optimist. Nobody ones the world , not even the people themselves, they may think that they own the world but it is a sin to think so  . And no people own no other people than themselves , we can fuck each other , suck each other and spit on each other but this owners buiseness is in the beningn fase of the century gottcha  mixe it up if yee can follow me , do so ,but mind your mind , helpless.  But, more important it is that the world owns the people , we forget that some times. We all sleep, drink ,eat, talk , sing, some of us pray, some paint, some advice to concordia, some gawk to the hawk, but we all forget one thing that the fallonga fades with each and one second.  That is the most probable cause why we are born here why we grow up , fall in love , make whole lotta amends ,fight illnes same way you fight your enemy ,nourish positive vibes, dive the good feedbacks and try not to sleep while we talk . That is why we have got these mouth piece on our pretty faces too talk to each other, to share, to pay dividends with it , for whatsoever  ...    

        I accounted the fourth flaw on that beggers banquett last night what´s your say chemberlain ? 

        Jobless stalks, funny pranks, gumms and gems, triffle bad tempered....