She shifts advertising campaigns as I change my underwear.
The marketing of one’s happiness as a lure for Clients? Are we the targets for sad strategies. There is no cure for this!
”Dear Lord Jesus, I beg you, forgive my sins.
You know I live on sin
And I will sin every night
As long as someone will have me.
You know I’m going to ask for forgiveness
Every night or morning
As long as you give me health to live on my sins.
You know I have someone to live for
I'll die when you order me to do so.
You know you’re the only true love. Amen.”
The marketing of one’s happiness as a lure for Clients? Are we the targets for sad strategies. There is no cure for this!
”Dear Lord Jesus, I beg you, forgive my sins.
You know I live on sin
And I will sin every night
As long as someone will have me.
You know I’m going to ask for forgiveness
Every night or morning
As long as you give me health to live on my sins.
You know I have someone to live for
I'll die when you order me to do so.
You know you’re the only true love. Amen.”
Every morning, when I should go on my shift, Lola Major would hold her hands and recited her prayer to my wooden crucifix. I learned much about love from Lola. I have learned to pick up others shit!
I'll end The Book now. It wasn't me who wrote it anyway. Here are just quotes and parapsychology. Everything is composed of the words somebody invented long before I could even speak.
Am I really here, what exactly belongs to me? By all means. Am I allowed to sleep here?
I'll end The Book now. It wasn't me who wrote it anyway. Here are just quotes and parapsychology. Everything is composed of the words somebody invented long before I could even speak.
Am I really here, what exactly belongs to me? By all means. Am I allowed to sleep here?
Over my bed is a bookcase, each time I fall asleep characters from the books shows up in my dreams.
Once upon a time, Your Dark Side came to me and said it rather be some insect. Son of The King That Chase a Blues Away been waiting outside a my door waiving through the looking glass made of the pumpkin' skin. All Amused about notes I was writing. Crazy.
Public around me still have a lot of waltzes to dance away. It is important to have soul life in order. You may begin to read for real now!
Public around me still have a lot of waltzes to dance away. It is important to have soul life in order. You may begin to read for real now!
Snake (also known as a serpent) is a computer game where you must control continuous line horizontally and vertically within a limited area, in search for food. The food it eats causes the snake to grow as you get more points. The challenge is to avoid collision with his own tail, the walls and obstacles. As the snake grows it becomes harder to turn it around itself and eventually that becomes impossible, snake explodes. Game over.
Player who manages to get the most points wins. Hint: there is no hint but - music Listener must be as free as the composer.
I would really like to travel back in time and leave nothing to damn imagination.
Put a new earth above me. The genesis of frozen code, warm me, repeat patterns, this is a life, a home, love, etc.
I forgot that I’m selfish on daily basis. Wise and careful at nights. I dress up before going to bed. Am anxious if naked. I'm messed up.
Put a new earth above me. The genesis of frozen code, warm me, repeat patterns, this is a life, a home, love, etc.
I forgot that I’m selfish on daily basis. Wise and careful at nights. I dress up before going to bed. Am anxious if naked. I'm messed up.
Everyone else is like made of steel. Everyone is asking about my heritage, my real heritage.
Asian South-Europian with African roots, basically American from the outspreads of Alps, born in the middle of super powerful Triangle of the mountain rivers. All of the towns in my homeland are the capitals. Central bases on the edges. Dating services, actually.
"You see that masterpiece? The windmill looks a lot like you. ... You rattle to my restless ear, can you get me out of here? This place smells like piss and beer, can you get me out?”
The Big Thief may have said that to The Fool. Well, that's about something else, but it fits here perfectly. It's time for forgiveness.
I forgot my slaves and all late Baroque, silk and the gold. I forgot beautiful angels painted by Botticelli. I forgot Bismarck and Napoleon and many more of the heroes. But I lived long after I died. Everybody should get rid of fear of living. Thank God for Protestantism.
Thanks God for anything! For The Pressure Gain Co; for any dialogue. Mobile devices, as we expected, call for more turbulent words and thoughts. My Manufacturer God stamped on my forehead: ”No more #!”.
And everything went quiet as in the grave!__________ BUT:
Giuseppe Energy Drink streamed trough me and pushed my kidney stone out. I end up free.
Grateful and dead.
In heaven it is always Spring. Hot soup served! We bath in warm goat milk, The World is forgotten, the streets are made of honey, gondolas made of fresh air carriers One to each Other. God sings to us! We are of the same father, different mothers. We love everything too. It would be foolish to say that this is a disaster. We’re just homeless ghosts, no body, no soul, no deal, real bourgeoisie. We have created Art in The Black Holes. We sell to the elite just to make them happy. We have forgotten our knowledge to the benefit of Ten Small Businesses, we don't appreciate The Ambitious anymore.
The bullet that killed us we didn't hear at all. The end is hardly an embarrassing experience.
Someone got that wrong.
As I sang.