Evidence of all shit that keeps you away from everything

Look at this half-burned  telegraph.

Simple note about time and death, of past millennia, animal tracks and animal cries, anxiety, and the resurrection of life. I person and You are alone with our father. We are the twins, many twins. We are the forces behind the action. Read off or write something else.

My intention is to hear and to be heard. To mark and to be marked by words and statments: We could grow into each other comopst, spire all availeble attitudes and behavior… with some creativity of the odd.

Cheers! A COUPLE OF HUNDRED OF TIMES.

This is a sport called Trick or Trick. I see empty, never used house by the lake, wide open for good words about efficiency, social criticism, romance, revanchism, revisionism ... law, crime, rabelion and even solutions. Or what? Say something about Common man on hunt. A Popular writter. A pop artist. A villian. Say a lie. Be more creative than me. Under your clothes is  someone who can. The walls are all around Jericho, not around me or you! Take a tour, make more coffee, give up in smoke.

Set fire! Or I will escape with another reader! I will gi to read books in some other Circus. I will stock images for collectors and stop careing about your state of mind. A good life we could have as we turn the pages. Everything could sing just our song. I can deliver arms that shoots tears. I want you in my guerrilla. In the coorporation too! Write about the war over Suez in 1972! Describe a typical man from Gaza in everyday so different then yesterday and tomorrow. Make a little food for breakfast, be aware of mobilization and the your first flat TV. Take care of your daughters and sons. Describe the salt from the Middle See. Find a small and sweet fable. Write on. It is not easy. You and all of the consumers must take the hard way now. 

You are making me feel as a prisoners of war as you close this book. I need a salary so I can pay my agent and make more soap for the rich and

wash the clean streets with the fresh watter, clean more of the clean, sett up a scene, free the word for the people who clicks on everything.

Whisper us a lifetime. Writers are born slaves and hate freedom infact. Superior People are amazing and have taught me much and have earned my part. They will not shoot an Angel from behind? Maybe? As in a movie?

I like ti write about the movies I've seen. I am happy for people who sit in the same room with me. It's very nice to silently sit in the company of many strangers. We could as well do that without the movie. Movies are the best written, I think as I drive homebound. 

… but what if the stranger next to you is some sort of Kamikaze? 

We should hide away at Malta. Where nobody expects it. We should be lovers. We could live in the big big house not generally available on the rent market. Maybe to make us the guests at Corto Malteses Castle?

We are in the Panavision now! We are many and everything is sold out. Cartoon Heroes and all that importance. Heros who clime the mountings, fly the space, digg the ground, sail a sea, save evryone, kiss someone spacial. Sometimes thay give a really good punch line stright into our hearts and minds.

Corto Maltese could be played by Al Pachino. Let me sell tickets meanwhile and try to describe the mood at the Gala now. Want a job? Mega Sales, Online Sales, pyramid games. Will you be Pharaoh, or statists, children of the sun, the tourists? Money? No money. Money grows on the trees. Generaly.

The audience identifies itself. 

It is not possible to describe the face of Kamikaze played by Shon Penn. So good he acts. HE\s like unihorn unseen. At som point in the movie he may say:

"... I could be a rich until Monday, if not cultural interest had led me on and on. I used all of my ability resources to restore The Palace ... And The Palace ... oh, if only all this is real." 

Anyway. He speaks to Nicole Kidman who plays The Wife who talks ingenious digital-tounge. In the background is the sea, lots of water and smoke from Corto Malteses cigarette. It is not possible to write in such perspective. It is not possible to be a bird. We can only deceive or be deceived by so many words about something so simple as eagle flight. 

Listen now, to the Millennium's artist having a short short Oscar speech: don't Eat! 

New rule is - you all must be hungry to read well. We, the writers are rich and satisfied today. Don Quihote won his battle after all, Odissey found his way home and his wife writes Cooking Books now, carpets are sold out long time ago. Thank you Academy for letting me to place  products of the biten apples in my speach. 

P.S.

Meis and rabbit bones and lots of olive oil, onions, fresh herb leaves, rosemary, basil and so, boiled together for hours, served with cold yogurt-mustard souce. Read that out loud for the glory of the Penelope! The soup for the heroes in close up. 

P.P.S.

Listen to Billie Holyday. Google Her. For the most of her time she lived in the tour bus somewhere in America, together with some musicians. She gave them a lot of work. The singing woman must have  lot of men in service, money, an attitude, good companies and some kissies. Alcohol is necessary too, as the glue. God damn stereotype. 

Oh, Let's be ethical Humans!
We may as well agree on a LOVE prohibision. A total one. There are children to be made, not the State Council mebers.

Do not kiss anyone before you can provide your future kids a low interest rates and food, as green and cheep posibble!

Tja, I would rather read more about sympathy and devotion, some worship or observance, but times are too hard for that. Ignorace can't make us kind and gantle.