do you want to smoke this roach with me?
she looks at me
she keeps smiling
the other temperatures
i don’t like them
in the winter
i saw a girls for the first time
and i once turned my bike, and made a stop.
she took me in,
come sit next to me. she said
the next time,
i turned my head and saw the girl with hair like branches
she didn’t say a word
so i won’t accuse her of anything
animated character who jumps and hangs like a bat
from trees and posts
chosen, no, chased, by buffallo-gorila
adopted, no, given the strong traits, jumping and hanging
he rans fast, and chimps a tree, and hangs at the tips of his fingers and toes.
he can not hang here for more than a few counts
BUFFALLO-GORILA can also jump and climb and hang but instead shakes the tree
the character falls right behind BUFFALLO-GORILA
there is a track record and it is not in favor of Beethoven
it is a fact that Beetho is going to die,
that is not very curious
the type of death? that owns my attention
am here, paying my attention
but there is nothing to do for Beetho
i heard on a song, someone said “god is destiny.”
and god said Beetho is going to die a definitely not boring death.
his death will be talked about for more than anyone has ever been interested in Beetho.
beetho is a rabbit, (who wished he was a bee. never wishing or asking permission to any muderfucker before pooping.)
people have lot of reason talk about beethoven’s life. think about it.
you have to buy the hay, you have to buy something a little more fancier than hay, something manufactured with a little more thoughts than hay. you have to buy a cage, and build a cage and clean the cage, you have to refill the water. you have to pick beethoven up and put .. down every now and then.
two random rabbits get together, what do they talk about?
unfortunately beetho never met another rabbit, maybe when he was born.
life sleeping in a cage,
can not be good. especially when you have to dress up and hang upside down, but you still have to do your work, you have to smile to people
it is a fact that beetho is going to die, there is no doubt about that
there is a track record and it is not in the favor of beetho
there is a place, a place that no one can really point to
everyone has been taken to this place. at least as far as i go.
we have been in war for a long time. each one of us was taken, and placed for a particular function: to die now or to die later. to die later only after everyone get their turn to pet you.
(this is a nice way to say, after they fuck you to death and then eat your organs and use all your rotten remains to fertilize the farm.)
the war is still going on, for so long that we have all forgotten the our perspective, our setting.
i guess we are all floating.
didn’t i tell you, that you are allowed to play with fire but you can not cry from pain, if you do cry, do not ever let anyone see you. and if it ever so happen that you can never be about to stop crying
smoking is bad ....
what does it really means to be satisfied
what would it take.
what are my goals
what are they really pointing at
why do i want what i want, why do i dream of it, envisions it
why do i feel insecure and uncomfortable every instant when i see i am no where closer to my goals
what am i chasing
what am i running from
anything that is a part of me,
deserves to exist
but why does it deserve to exist
it throws it self into existence
it likes to breath
she could not sit still, she was looking for a still line
when it all stops,
she was willing to take what ever it took
in her fully patched bag, she carried, goals, points, pens, extra eggs, condoms
She has to open up
believe in changes
believe in nothing
take the chance
everything is to choose
she can not be closed
"because this is the works of creation
and i like to make magic"
but i've been here before
such a harsh feeling, “being here again”
it makes me feel hopeless to the core
pathetic as the word says it
let say it again , “pathetic”
ah, love diaries
see why “you” so irresistible, why
me, just want to resist
will never take my eyes off of “you” until the sun comes back
the oldman has traded everywhere
(the story of a man who fucked his way around the world, created families and associations or likeness of blood.
he could fly birds and even whisper their tunes.
the children sang along, they could not help it.
did not know how.
one in particular, lived in the united states. he has joined the army of revolutionaries, but deep within his system, he knew he was the man, meaning he was first.
it didn’t matter how many came before him,
he felt fist,
he dreamed first,
and came first, and talked first,
he dressed nice, but everyone and then he got tired, allways felt at lost, deemed of the old man, of catchingtheoldman)
a while ago, he decided the time and went, never looked back
was so bumpy with mountains and you know,
he was looking for a still line that vibrated so quickly that it looked invisible.
- he tried to touch it (always) (caution ) (auction)
- he tries to touch it the second time
- he does
- feels normal for a few counts
- then he smokes, no. the line shakes and teases him, his body shaking rapidly
- did the line know the old man did not belong. (the classic game, the oldman always wanted to play: invasion d inventions, and words ending in ion, classic, and classy, the old man dressed nice, with rough skins that absorbed the sun and reflected other types of light… for the “one in particular,” the oldman was superman)
at the opposite side of town, live, shout, excuses to have a good time, all around, prostitutes, were, usually, ready, and, tasty, something was going on. "her titis bounce to the candace of his tingling keys - matter of fact he my favorite cause he tip me with ease, he got a cousin named david and i seen him last week." David, the wild cousin. dave
- something was going on ,
something was wrong,
something in the food they ate
I don’t want her
she doesn’t want me
if she does
but most unattainable, under attaining
underpants, attendance, attention , urn, un, one, no
it boils down very law to the dirt
if you (indulge)((stuff in (parenthesis), to be taken out))
if you read, you die, if you read, you fucking die.
well, i gotta do something.
(looking at the page sculpture)
"LIFE IS ONE FUNNY MF, A TRUE COMEDIAN, YOU GOTTA LOVE IT, YOU GOTTA TRUST IT. INFOMERCIALS AND NO SLEEP, INTROVERTED BY MY THOUGHTS.."
nika mushinda aako,
na nikamulamuka aako.
saa tulikuwaka batoto, elize a likuaka na nifata faso yote, nakuniuliza ma kestion
elie nani njo mungu?
utaeza sabiya mpaka ku ngapi?
mina taka kwenda kwetu
nilisha sahabu batoto yangu
mulokowangu saa likuwaka mutoto alikuwaka na ni fata fasi yote
nilikuwaka grand wake
na ma question zina endelea.
elie, nani njo gouverneur kantitima?