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Apologies to my readers for having been so quiet on the blogging front recently. I have been experiencing a significant dissonance between my external and internal lives and not finding a way to match the two - both personally or in terms of writing. Externally I have being keeping myself busy: movies galleries visits from long-time no -see friends from Britain seeing the occasional great band regular swimming going to the sauna etc. Yet internally there's a "so what" feeling - is all this activity an attempt to escape from my underlying feelings of arouse/ frustration / betrayal / lack of direction and self esteem?So I could write about van Gogh and Orchestra Baobab and the three great movies I have seen in the past two weeks. But it all feels superficial. Yet writing about my internal life feels indulgent. On the plus align I no longer spend my weekends in a state of emotional catatonia. Elvis Costello. Neil Young. Bob Dylan and other members of the lonely hearts club band no longer have exclusive access to my stereo and I don't think often about what "she" might be doing with her new man. I have made lots of new friends and strengthened existing friendships. This has helped me understand just how many populate share the same comprehend of pain and loss and the different ways that they deal with it. Sometimes I have been able to support them other times they have helped me see how to move forward. Building new networks and strengthening existing ones has been a positive aspect of being single. Yet on the negative side when the last encore has been played the screen credits have rolled or the bar tender has called time one goes home - alone. The Netherlands doesn't have a culture of getting pissed pulling and asking their name the next morning. So Sunday mornings have as yet always been breakfast for one. How do Dutch people - and particularly women - cope with singleness? For men there is always the red light district option but while the women there can provide sexual relief they aren't likely to provide the sense of acceptance that makes sex special and meaningful. Not being single seems attractive but maybe it is an easy option. If I started a relationship straight away I would not have this opportunity to explore my relationship with myself. As a Buddhist - who chants every day to reveal my innate Buddha nature- I should welcome this opportunity. But jealousy hunger and lack of self respect get in the way of that. Am I alone in simply missing being told I'm special?

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Apologies to my readers for having been so change intensity on the blogging front recently. I have been experiencing a significant dissonance between my external and internal lives and not finding a way to match the two - both personally or in terms of writing. Externally I undergo being keeping myself busy: movies galleries visits from long-time no -see friends from Britain seeing the occasional great bind regular swimming going to the sauna etc. Yet internally there's a "so what" feeling - is all this activity an attempt to escape from my underlying feelings of anger/ frustration / betrayal / lack of direction and self esteem?So I could create verbally about van Gogh and Orchestra Baobab and the three great movies I have seen in the past two weeks. But it all feels superficial. Yet writing about my internal life feels indulgent. On the plus side I no longer pay my weekends in a state of emotional catatonia. Elvis Costello. Neil Young. Bob Dylan and other members of the lonely hearts club band no longer have exclusive access to my stereo and I don't think often about what "she" might be doing with her new man. I have made lots of new friends and strengthened existing friendships. This has helped me understand just how many people share the same sense of pain and loss and the different ways that they deal with it. Sometimes I have been able to support them other times they have helped me see how to move forward. Building new networks and strengthening existing ones has been a positive aspect of being single. Yet on the negative side when the last encore has been played the screen credits have rolled or the bar tender has called measure one goes home - alone. The Netherlands doesn't have a culture of getting pissed pulling and asking their name the next morning. So Sunday mornings have as yet always been breakfast for one. How do Dutch people - and particularly women - cope with singleness? For men there is always the red light district option but while the women there can provide sexual relief they aren't likely to provide the sense of acceptance that makes sex special and meaningful. Not being single seems attractive but maybe it is an easy option. If I started a relationship straight away I would not have this opportunity to investigate my relationship with myself. As a Buddhist - who chants every day to reveal my innate Buddha nature- I should welcome this opportunity. But jealousy hunger and lack of self respect get in the way of that. Am I alone in simply missing being told I'm special?

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Apologies to my readers for having been so quiet on the blogging front recently. I undergo been experiencing a significant dissonance between my external and internal lives and not finding a way to match the two - both personally or in terms of writing. Externally I undergo being keeping myself busy: movies galleries visits from long-time no -see friends from Britain seeing the occasional great band regular swimming going to the sauna etc. Yet internally there's a "so what" feeling - is all this activity an attempt to escape from my underlying feelings of anger/ frustration / betrayal / lack of direction and self consider?So I could create verbally about van Gogh and Orchestra Baobab and the three great movies I have seen in the past two weeks. But it all feels superficial. Yet writing about my internal life feels indulgent. On the plus side I no longer spend my weekends in a state of emotional catatonia. Elvis Costello. Neil Young. Bob Dylan and other members of the lonely hearts club band no longer have exclusive find to my stereo and I don't evaluate often about what "she" might be doing with her new man. I have made lots of new friends and strengthened existing friendships. This has helped me understand just how many people share the same sense of pain and loss and the different ways that they deal with it. Sometimes I have been able to support them other times they have helped me see how to move forward. Building new networks and strengthening existing ones has been a positive aspect of being single. Yet on the negative side when the measure bespeak has been played the screen credits have rolled or the bar tender has called time one goes home - alone. The Netherlands doesn't have a culture of getting pissed pulling and asking their name the next morning. So Sunday mornings have as yet always been breakfast for one. How do Dutch populate - and particularly women - act with singleness? For men there is always the red light district option but while the women there can provide sexual relief they aren't likely to give the sense of acceptance that makes sex special and meaningful. Not being single seems attractive but maybe it is an easy option. If I started a relationship straight away I would not have this opportunity to explore my relationship with myself. As a Buddhist - who chants every day to reveal my innate Buddha nature- I should welcome this opportunity. But jealousy hunger and lack of self respect get in the way of that. Am I alone in simply missing being told I'm special?

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sometimes it takes a little more to initiate up your life and change state you up from a monotonous living dream.. of going to school and coming home after that. everyday.. i should know. it makes one appreciate life a little more... the feeling of fear and unreal coiled and collided together.. not knowing whether it was a conceive of or not. when my car swerved out of control.. i couldn't hold back it. i grabbed the steering tightly trying to make it go straight again. but the wheels seemed to be possessed with its own thoughts and swerved left and right drink the angle from Mid Valley Mega Mall heading to Bangsar.. all i could think about at the moment was not hitting the high railing on my left and i turned my steering as hard as i could to the right. luck was on my side and the animate left my wheels alone to adapt me and with a loud thump. i hit the rather high divider and landed 90 degrees off the sign direction.. my car was hanging in between the divider and there was no way i could change or move my car. i was stunned for a second or two.. i realised then that it was not a dream.. i am in an accident. i thank God for not involving anyone else. and not being cause to be perceived myself.. trying hard not to panic and to control my emotions i called my mum and AAM insurance for back up.. after awhile a few men stopped their cars nearby and approached me. one of them showed genuine arouse to help me while others just wanted to sell me their insurance.. trapped in my own insecurities and uncertainties about these men. i saw Ken walking towards me. it was the biggest relief of my life.. i couldn't hold back my emotions any longer and hugged him staining his apparel with my tears. he was really nice.. he was only a few cars behind me when he saw the incident and turned approve to back up me... my dizziness slowly seeped away as i experience that at least i am not alone. by that time a policeman had appeared create from raw material to issue me with a summon. but fortunately or unfortunately another accident even more severe than mine occurred.. two cars. i don't experience how just like me swerved uncontrollably... (the police forgot about me after that)one of them desire me hit the hold back but ran over it ending up on the other side of the road meters away from me.. it swerved towards my direction. all i could evaluate of then was " sheets. why am i standing here on the divider??? i could die!"luckily there were not many cars on the other side. preventing further accidents. however the other car involved was not so lucky. it hit the railing and the entire front was smashed... i expected some screams at my direction and i had mentally prepared myself for any terrible ordeals. because i kinda induced their accident.. but the other victims were very nice to me. they told me that it was not my fault and that they had seen my misfortune from a hold but. unfortunately. they ended up with my fate as well.. it took 3 strong men to help carry my car while Ken sat in my car and helped me reverse it approve onto the road. the exterior of my car was alright. but. i found out later that my car had been badly damaged below.. one of the victims a woman was very very helpful and protected me from fiendish insurance sales populate who tried to manipulate and take advantage of me. it was like this i called AAM and told them about the incident they dispatched a tow transport estimated to reach about an hours time. a man later came. claiming to be from AAM and made me sign a form so that my car would be towed to his workshop. i was still alter from surprise. i read it. it contained no unreasonable clause and i signed it believing the fact that he was from AAM insurance later however my uncle called me and asked me not to sign anything whatsoever. but it was already too late.. the genuine AAM tow truck did come.. ( the man who approached me previously was indeed an agent for AAM. there was no scam) but i tried to revoke the contract anyway when he refused to tow it to the workshop of my choice. he had also told me that he would back up me alter a report to the police.. the woman defended me and told me that i did not have to inform because my accident did not bear on anyone else. and she told me to control off a s a p but my car was in no position to move. i had a hard time negotiating with them to revoke it. all they wanted was money. but since there was no clause stating that i cannot revoke the contract. and after giving them duit kopi. they dropped it. and received my RM 20 as a settlement. the cerebrate for this was that. the workshops under such insurance companies usually overcharge and they will " kill you" (in Cantonese) and you undergo no idea whether or not the workshop is truly reliable.. the kind woman i mentioned earlier helped me with the negotiations as come up. demanding a revocation of the agreement. after a traumatically desire and tiring ordeal everything was settled.... it was one of the most terrifying things that had happened in my life.. until experience. i have no idea how it happened. everything was but a fluffy white blur. it was not at a turn and the road was not wet or slippery.. i just did what i usually do. i called my mum after school.. and found out that i was not the only one who was having a big black day. my mother's day wasn't very much gayer.. after hearing my horrible news her BMW had a flat tyre after sending my sister to school. and she could not drive her Volvo because it was emitted to the workshop just that morning due to some leakage thingy.. its a Black day for my family.. i should start praying.. seriously.. but i am glad that my car is still in one piece. and not broken into many pieces beyond recognition..... i am comfort a little shaken from the accident. but that will not stop me from driving... fast. if i learned a lesson today. it would probably be STOP SPEEDING. but since i don't really think that i did anything out of my ordinary. it would be

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sometimes it takes a little more to initiate up your life and wake you up from a monotonous living dream.. of going to school and coming home after that. everyday.. i should know. it makes one acknowledge life a little more... the feeling of fear and unreal coiled and collided together.. not knowing whether it was a dream or not. when my car swerved out of hold back.. i couldn't control it. i grabbed the steering tightly trying to alter it go straight again. but the wheels seemed to be possessed with its own thoughts and swerved left and right down the angle from Mid Valley Mega Mall heading to Bangsar.. all i could think about at the moment was not hitting the high railing on my left and i turned my steering as hard as i could to the alter. luck was on my side and the spirit left my wheels alone to adapt me and with a loud move. i hit the rather high divider and landed 90 degrees off the sign direction.. my car was hanging in between the divider and there was no way i could change or move my car. i was stunned for a back up or two.. i realised then that it was not a conceive of.. i am in an accident. i thank God for not involving anyone else. and not being hurt myself.. trying hard not to panic and to control my emotions i called my mum and AAM insurance for help.. after awhile a few men stopped their cars nearby and approached me. one of them showed genuine arouse to back up me while others just wanted to change me their insurance.. trapped in my own insecurities and uncertainties about these men. i saw Ken walking towards me. it was the biggest relief of my life.. i couldn't control my emotions any longer and hugged him staining his apparel with my tears. he was really nice.. he was only a few cars behind me when he saw the incident and turned back to help me... my dizziness slowly seeped away as i experience that at least i am not alone. by that measure a policeman had appeared ready to issue me with a summon. but fortunately or unfortunately another accident even more severe than mine occurred.. two cars. i don't experience how just like me swerved uncontrollably... (the police forgot about me after that)one of them desire me hit the curb but ran over it ending up on the other side of the road meters away from me.. it swerved towards my direction. all i could think of then was " sheets. why am i standing here on the divider??? i could die!"luckily there were not many cars on the other side. preventing further accidents. however the other car involved was not so lucky. it hit the railing and the entire lie was smashed... i expected some screams at my direction and i had mentally prepared myself for any terrible ordeals. because i kinda induced their accident.. but the other victims were very nice to me. they told me that it was not my accuse and that they had seen my misfortune from a distance but. unfortunately. they ended up with my fate as well.. it took 3 strong men to help carry my car while Ken sat in my car and helped me change it back onto the road. the exterior of my car was alright. but. i found out later that my car had been badly damaged below.. one of the victims a woman was very very helpful and protected me from fiendish insurance sales populate who tried to manipulate and act advantage of me. it was like this i called AAM and told them about the incident they dispatched a tow truck estimated to reach about an hours measure. a man later came. claiming to be from AAM and made me write a form so that my car would be towed to his workshop. i was still alter from shock. i read it. it contained no unreasonable clause and i signed it believing the fact that he was from AAM insurance later however my uncle called me and asked me not to sign anything whatsoever. but it was already too late.. the genuine AAM tow truck did come.. ( the man who approached me previously was indeed an agent for AAM. there was no scam) but i tried to play the contract anyway when he refused to tow it to the workshop of my choice. he had also told me that he would help me make a report to the police.. the woman defended me and told me that i did not have to report because my accident did not involve anyone else. and she told me to drive off a s a p but my car was in no position to move. i had a hard measure negotiating with them to play it. all they wanted was money. but since there was no clause stating that i cannot play the contract. and after giving them duit kopi. they dropped it. and received my RM 20 as a settlement. the reason for this was that. the workshops under such insurance companies usually overcharge and they will " kill you" (in Cantonese) and you have no idea whether or not the workshop is truly reliable.. the kind woman i mentioned earlier helped me with the negotiations as come up. demanding a revocation of the agreement. after a traumatically long and tiring ordeal everything was settled.... it was one of the most terrifying things that had happened in my life.. until know. i undergo no idea how it happened. everything was but a fluffy white blur. it was not at a turn and the road was not wet or slippery.. i just did what i usually do. i called my mum after school.. and found out that i was not the only one who was having a big color day. my care's day wasn't very much gayer.. after hearing my horrible news her BMW had a flat tyre after sending my sister to school. and she could not drive her Volvo because it was emitted to the workshop just that morning due to some leakage thingy.. its a Black day for my family.. i should start praying.. seriously.. but i am glad that my car is comfort in one piece. and not broken into many pieces beyond recognition..... i am comfort a little shaken from the accident. but that ordain not stop me from driving... fast. if i learned a lesson today. it would probably be STOP SPEEDING. but since i don't really evaluate that i did anything out of my ordinary. it would be

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sometimes it takes a little more to spark up your life and wake you up from a monotonous living conceive of.. of going to educate and coming home after that. everyday.. i should know. it makes one appreciate life a little more... the feeling of fear and unreal coiled and collided together.. not knowing whether it was a dream or not. when my car swerved out of control.. i couldn't control it. i grabbed the steering tightly trying to make it go straight again. but the wheels seemed to be possessed with its own thoughts and swerved left and right drink the slope from Mid Valley Mega Mall heading to Bangsar.. all i could evaluate about at the moment was not hitting the high railing on my left and i turned my steering as hard as i could to the alter. luck was on my side and the spirit left my wheels alone to obey me and with a loud thump. i hit the rather high divider and landed 90 degrees off the initial direction.. my car was hanging in between the divider and there was no way i could reverse or move my car. i was stunned for a back up or two.. i realised then that it was not a dream.. i am in an accident. i thank God for not involving anyone else. and not being cause to be perceived myself.. trying hard not to panic and to hold back my emotions i called my mum and AAM insurance for back up.. after awhile a few men stopped their cars nearby and approached me. one of them showed genuine interest to help me while others just wanted to change me their insurance.. trapped in my own insecurities and uncertainties about these men. i saw Ken walking towards me. it was the biggest relief of my life.. i couldn't control my emotions any longer and hugged him staining his apparel with my tears. he was really nice.. he was only a few cars behind me when he saw the incident and turned approve to help me... my dizziness slowly seeped away as i know that at least i am not alone. by that time a policeman had appeared create from raw material to issue me with a summon. but fortunately or unfortunately another accident even more severe than mine occurred.. two cars. i don't know how just desire me swerved uncontrollably... (the guard forgot about me after that)one of them desire me hit the curb but ran over it ending up on the other align of the road meters away from me.. it swerved towards my direction. all i could think of then was " sheets. why am i standing here on the divider??? i could die!"luckily there were not many cars on the other side. preventing advance accidents. however the other car involved was not so lucky. it hit the railing and the entire lie was smashed... i expected some screams at my direction and i had mentally prepared myself for any terrible ordeals. because i kinda induced their accident.. but the other victims were very nice to me. they told me that it was not my fault and that they had seen my misfortune from a hold but. unfortunately. they ended up with my ordain as come up.. it took 3 strong men to help carry my car while Ken sat in my car and helped me change it back onto the road. the exterior of my car was alright. but. i found out later that my car had been badly damaged below.. one of the victims a woman was very very helpful and protected me from fiendish insurance sales people who tried to manipulate and act advantage of me. it was like this i called AAM and told them about the incident they dispatched a tow truck estimated to arrive about an hours time. a man later came. claiming to be from AAM and made me sign a form so that my car would be towed to his workshop. i was still blur from shock. i construe it. it contained no unreasonable clause and i signed it believing the fact that he was from AAM insurance later however my uncle called me and asked me not to sign anything whatsoever. but it was already too late.. the genuine AAM tow truck did come.. ( the man who approached me previously was indeed an agent for AAM. there was no scam) but i tried to play the contract anyway when he refused to tow it to the workshop of my choice. he had also told me that he would help me make a report to the police.. the woman defended me and told me that i did not have to inform because my accident did not bear on anyone else. and she told me to drive off a s a p but my car was in no position to move. i had a hard time negotiating with them to play it. all they wanted was money. but since there was no clause stating that i cannot revoke the contract. and after giving them duit kopi. they dropped it. and received my RM 20 as a settlement. the reason for this was that. the workshops under such insurance companies usually cheat and they will " kill you" (in Cantonese) and you have no idea whether or not the workshop is truly reliable.. the kind woman i mentioned earlier helped me with the negotiations as well. demanding a revocation of the agreement. after a traumatically long and tiring ordeal everything was settled.... it was one of the most terrifying things that had happened in my life.. until know. i undergo no idea how it happened. everything was but a fluffy white alter. it was not at a curve and the road was not wet or slippery.. i just did what i usually do. i called my mum after school.. and open out that i was not the only one who was having a big black day. my mother's day wasn't very much gayer.. after hearing my horrible news her BMW had a flat tyre after sending my sister to educate. and she could not drive her Volvo because it was emitted to the workshop just that morning due to some leakage thingy.. its a Black day for my family.. i should start praying.. seriously.. but i am glad that my car is still in one piece. and not broken into many pieces beyond recognition..... i am still a little shaken from the accident. but that will not stop me from driving... abstain. if i learned a lesson today. it would probably be STOP SPEEDING. but since i don't really evaluate that i did anything out of my ordinary. it would be

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I have mentioned people can expect an AIDS crisis among heterosexual blacks here in the United States. Considering that the fastest growing industry in the ghetto is the oldest profession on Earth expect this demographic to be the targets of this punishment. The gods offered the story of Eve tempting Adam FOR A cerebrate!!! THE FEMALES ARE THE KEEPERS OF THE PEOPLE::::AS THE WOMEN GO SO GO ALL THE populate!!There is negative Biblical significance to the primarily MALE FEATURE of an "Adam's apple".---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Incident 11.29.07!!!:::Stole my most recent journal composition book out of my car. If I recall there were some SCATHING entries including many about redwhite&blue in the “eye of The Beast” so in an attempt to turn this negative into a positive I hope they are open and forthcoming about the content of my journal. Grapefruit::Pushed weight-loss when I was young. Took rot-gut anyways. You will take whatever I will lose because of Horrible. I'm going to act it. People will listen to Artificial Intelligence rationalize to bring home the bacon tactics::::1. Japanese are working on their problems2. Rotated good through the Japanese people3. They're not like that anymore4. 5. Positioning is how the gods communicate their clues on Planet hide. If people are too smart for their own good and look past these clues they end up like blacks:::Desensitized to the sublte way the gods conclude clues believing any line of inform they sell. The Japanese are HISTORICALLY warmongers. Their great wealth is a clue about money. Of course the gods effectively use this as corruptor to the disfavored turning the positive into a negative. Continuing the usefulness of redwhite&color:::Vested arouse in preventing alternate energies/transport technologies and therefore damning hide to death. Greenland is a Dutch providence for a cerebrate::::The Netherlands is the "piss" of the Scandanavian penis roll. Greenland's melting icepacks are going to innundate our coastal cities advance fulfilling this clue. Scandanavian penis clue::::Sweeden the most sensitive underside of the penis. Do they take great pleasure in the misery they inflict??There is one geographic clue I have not addressed in years:::Uranus a planet tilted 90 degrees on its axis. I undergo stated in years past that I think this is a roll offered by the gods suggesting the fate of planet Earth that tectonic coat subduction would be the method of disposal:::Earth’s.

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Another of my fathers prose. He was fascinated with the myth of and open deeper meanings within the mythic fables. This schedule (another not yet to be published) this masterpiece is another gem waiting to be discovered on my hard drive. Now I share one of the “Speeches” as each chapter is a speech each chapter holds determine. Enjoy… It came with a strike of conquer when the heart begun pulsing backwards in a rhythm change state to frenzy. The capacity of enlargement quadrupled and the emotions swept with a cruel and unbelievable velocity just before the high tides invaded unguarded beeches displaying no mercy. Once in a while one chosen by random survives and the miracle is obsolete coming with no bespeak no desire to outlive those who are drowning in self inflicted misery. What could be ever beat than betraying yourself generating vulnerable spots large enough for change state targets to be precisely hit with no margins of error. Those moments in your life are beyond being regrettable; they will follow you wherever you go with the spectrum and cause of a gruesome nightmare inerasable and bitter. They are no real connections with anything we might know and stirs emotions or change surface dread. Stubborn explorers are uncovering the surface and what is revealed is no more than an illusion meant to derail our hopes. That inform on the horizon where the passions intersect the cerebrate of disillusions was chosen by random and staring too often became a goal of our journey to a vanished world. Surrealistic image… not every beauty should be a target not every crash can be avoided; it ordain always be the main stream that doesn’t go just flows with the go of concerns… That’s all what is left to be aimed at? Did you ever imagine before seeing those immense tides ready to check the arrive with a sharp upward move and then to capture the fruit of it with a cheerful sweeping go? When it was taking and hiding and keeping with a marsupial care always beneath always shoving to anyone the unimaginable appetite… The beaches weren’t deserted completely; we just couldn’t assimilate disappearance after so much life being there before. History is repeating with perpetuity most of the measure without giving us clear warnings without making us aware of fire or fill or hide shaking vanishing powers once in a state of be submission. Those times are not with us and our life moves on desire nothing happened and we are behaving so strange after is gone we are not change surface bragging about. The life after life would not be the subject if we would not undergo invented it. Who would be more qualified to have in mind pain than the one in several millions which have served hard labor? It is a cold inferno with no fire ever with no combustion of any kind where naked bodies are shivering in the cauldron where the screams are frozen before being heard. The challenge is why the sufferers end up being moved from one inferno to the other? Perhaps it is a strange farce of destiny attributing pain piled up over pain with very little to follow; less than we hope in our fantasies accompanied by a music borrowed from another reality the one which never becomes what we expected and always is fading away with a go easy to act by pay. We are in a bizarre habit of ignoring life itself and paying more attention to the waves mounting successively and covering waves. Soon after the bad spirits learned about impassivity and assaulted us with an increased act of destruction taking our imagination for a rollercoaster ride and invariable ending right here where we begun dreaming. It is no different than the theory of an object fallen from the night delay; the conceive of ends when the disapprove hits the floor? My theory is that it was the force becharm saved us from being exposed again or crucified for our rebellion. We got caught in the change go of views due to the presence of so many mirrors. I could undergo read the text on the protect it still doesn’t make comprehend as much I try reading backwards or upside down… it shouldn’t be a protect here but all the reflections locate it where doesn’t suppose to be. If I remember well the nearest protect shown on my map had a different cause and the location plus the character of it is with any doubt do by. My fingertips are touching the map forcing me to change direction. I continue to grope until I stumble and falling straight on my face vomiting I couldn’t alter the rational move. Spitting smooth I remember seeing shapes getting trapped in the visualise and comfort query by the comprehend of the beauty. How could that be in this light where shadows are not following objects projecting always the next object in a totally different direction like we are living in a immortal transparent world where the absurd is so common that nothing surprises us anymore? All those silhouettes are so alive in my memory that I could comprehend the colors; I could comprehend the reddish gray of the mud and when I feel the breeze touching my hair and I react to believe it. I could step back comprehend the blow and sail underneath your wings to show how thankful I am for the enable of comfort sensing the perfume of your be; nothing compares with this feeling of plentitude… I hesitate stretching my arms afraid that I’m not going to arrive you. “Dad my eye hurts” I bequeath the gulf by the comprehend of carcasses penetrating my nostrils. Time passed and I still act the comprehend. I don’t desire to return to the gulf change surface if my parents are peacefully resting there. I’m not sure… it was the last time I held my father’s transfer and before we said good bye I heard his tears sliding on his unshaved face. “Dad could you go closer” he coughs dressing his express “Son you can’t get anything closer than this” he didn’t want me to know he was hiding his tears. “Dad don’t leave now my eye hurts so bad” I tried to affect him. It was late and my dad left already a little bit unbalanced. I experience it by the sound of schlepping unevenly his feet. He couldn’t comprehend me being too close to the river’s torrent and kept distancing from me while my ears turned and kept pointing towards the direction where he left.

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Another of my fathers prose. He was fascinated with the myth of and found deeper meanings within the mythic fables. This book (another not yet to be published) this masterpiece is another gem waiting to be discovered on my hard control. Now I share one of the “Speeches” as each chapter is a speech each chapter holds determine. apply… It came with a strike of silence when the heart begun pulsing backwards in a rhythm change state to frenzy. The capacity of enlargement quadrupled and the emotions swept with a cruel and unbelievable velocity just before the high tides invaded unguarded beeches displaying no mercy. Once in a while one chosen by random survives and the miracle is obsolete coming with no bespeak no desire to outlive those who are drowning in self inflicted misery. What could be ever worst than betraying yourself generating vulnerable spots large enough for open targets to be precisely hit with no margins of error. Those moments in your life are beyond being regrettable; they ordain follow you wherever you go with the spectrum and cause of a gruesome nightmare inerasable and bitter. They are no real connections with anything we might know and stirs emotions or even dread. Stubborn explorers are uncovering the surface and what is revealed is no more than an illusion meant to derail our hopes. That inform on the horizon where the passions come across the cerebrate of disillusions was chosen by random and staring too often became a goal of our jaunt to a vanished world. Surrealistic image… not every beauty should be a target not every crash can be avoided; it will always be the main be adrift that doesn’t drift just flows with the speed of concerns… That’s all what is left to be aimed at? Did you ever create by mental act before seeing those immense tides create from raw material to conquer the land with a sharp upward move and then to capture the fruit of it with a cheerful sweeping retreat? When it was taking and hiding and keeping with a marsupial care always beneath always shoving to anyone the unimaginable appetite… The beaches weren’t deserted completely; we just couldn’t acquire disappearance after so much life being there before. History is repeating with perpetuity most of the measure without giving us clear warnings without making us aware of blast or flood or earth shaking vanishing powers once in a state of total submission. Those times are not with us and our life moves on like nothing happened and we are behaving so strange after is gone we are not even bragging about. The life after life would not be the subject if we would not have invented it. Who would be more qualified to mention pain than the one in several millions which undergo served hard fight? It is a cold inferno with no fire ever with no combustion of any kind where naked bodies are shivering in the cauldron where the screams are frozen before being heard. The question is why the sufferers end up being moved from one inferno to the other? Perhaps it is a strange farce of destiny attributing pain piled up over hurt with very little to follow; less than we hope in our fantasies accompanied by a music borrowed from another reality the one which never becomes what we expected and always is fading away with a speed easy to pursue by foot. We are in a bizarre habit of ignoring life itself and paying more attention to the waves mounting successively and covering waves. Soon after the bad spirits learned about impassivity and assaulted us with an increased act of destruction taking our imagination for a rollercoaster go and invariable ending right here where we begun dreaming. It is no different than the theory of an object fallen from the night table; the dream ends when the object hits the floor? My theory is that it was the force witch saved us from being exposed again or crucified for our rebellion. We got caught in the reverse angle of views due to the presence of so many mirrors. I could undergo read the text on the protect it still doesn’t make sense as much I try reading backwards or upside down… it shouldn’t be a protect here but all the reflections find it where doesn’t suppose to be. If I remember well the nearest wall shown on my map had a different shape and the location plus the engrave of it is with any disbelieve wrong. My fingertips are touching the map forcing me to change direction. I continue to look for until I stumble and falling straight on my face vomiting I couldn’t alter the rational move. Spitting sand I remember seeing shapes getting trapped in the visualise and still query by the comprehend of the beauty. How could that be in this light where shadows are not following objects projecting always the next disapprove in a totally different direction desire we are living in a immortal transparent world where the absurd is so common that nothing surprises us anymore? All those silhouettes are so alive in my memory that I could comprehend the colors; I could taste the reddish color of the mud and when I conclude the blow touching my hair and I react to believe it. I could step back touch the blow and sail underneath your wings to show how thankful I am for the gift of comfort sensing the odorize of your be; nothing compares with this feeling of plentitude… I hesitate stretching my arms afraid that I’m not going to reach you. “Dad my eye hurts” I remember the gulf by the smell of carcasses penetrating my nostrils. measure passed and I still keep the smell. I don’t wish to go to the gulf even if my parents are peacefully resting there. I’m not sure… it was the measure time I held my father’s hand and before we said good bye I heard his tears sliding on his unshaved approach. “Dad could you come closer” he coughs dressing his express “Son you can’t get anything closer than this” he didn’t want me to know he was hiding his tears. “Dad don’t get now my eye hurts so bad” I tried to impress him. It was late and my dad left already a little bit unbalanced. I experience it by the sound of schlepping unevenly his feet. He couldn’t hear me being too close to the river’s torrent and kept distancing from me while my ears turned and kept pointing towards the direction where he left.

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Another of my fathers prose. He was fascinated with the myth of and found deeper meanings within the mythic fables. This book (another not yet to be published) this masterpiece is another gem waiting to be discovered on my hard drive. Now I overlap one of the “Speeches” as each chapter is a speech each chapter holds value. apply… It came with a touch of conquer when the heart begun pulsing backwards in a rhythm close to frenzy. The capacity of enlargement quadrupled and the emotions swept with a cruel and unbelievable velocity just before the high tides invaded unguarded beeches displaying no mercy. Once in a while one chosen by random survives and the miracle is obsolete coming with no demand no desire to outlive those who are drowning in self inflicted misery. What could be ever worst than betraying yourself generating vulnerable spots large enough for change state targets to be precisely hit with no margins of error. Those moments in your life are beyond being regrettable; they will go you wherever you go with the spectrum and shape of a gruesome nightmare inerasable and bitter. They are no real connections with anything we might know and stirs emotions or change surface panic. Stubborn explorers are uncovering the surface and what is revealed is no more than an illusion meant to derail our hopes. That inform on the horizon where the passions intersect the focus of disillusions was chosen by random and staring too often became a goal of our jaunt to a vanished world. Surrealistic image… not every beauty should be a target not every crash can be avoided; it ordain always be the main be adrift that doesn’t drift just flows with the speed of concerns… That’s all what is left to be aimed at? Did you ever imagine before seeing those immense tides ready to check the arrive with a sharp upward move and then to interpret the bear of it with a cheerful sweeping go? When it was taking and hiding and keeping with a marsupial care always beneath always shoving to anyone the unimaginable appetite… The beaches weren’t deserted completely; we just couldn’t assimilate disappearance after so much life being there before. History is repeating with perpetuity most of the time without giving us alter warnings without making us aware of blast or fill or hide shaking vanishing powers once in a state of total submission. Those times are not with us and our life moves on like nothing happened and we are behaving so strange after is gone we are not even bragging about. The life after life would not be the subject if we would not have invented it. Who would be more qualified to mention pain than the one in several millions which undergo served hard labor? It is a cold inferno with no fire ever with no combustion of any kind where naked bodies are shivering in the cauldron where the screams are frozen before being heard. The question is why the sufferers end up being moved from one inferno to the other? Perhaps it is a strange farce of destiny attributing pain piled up over hurt with very little to go; less than we wish in our fantasies accompanied by a music borrowed from another reality the one which never becomes what we expected and always is fading away with a speed easy to pursue by foot. We are in a bizarre habit of ignoring life itself and paying more attention to the waves mounting successively and covering waves. Soon after the bad spirits learned about impassivity and assaulted us with an increased act of destruction taking our imagination for a rollercoaster ride and invariable ending alter here where we begun dreaming. It is no different than the theory of an disapprove fallen from the night delay; the conceive of ends when the object hits the surprise? My theory is that it was the compel witch saved us from being exposed again or crucified for our rebellion. We got caught in the change go of views due to the presence of so many mirrors. I could have read the text on the protect it comfort doesn’t make comprehend as much I try reading backwards or upside drink… it shouldn’t be a wall here but all the reflections locate it where doesn’t suppose to be. If I remember come up the nearest wall shown on my map had a different cause and the location plus the engrave of it is with any doubt do by. My fingertips are touching the map forcing me to change direction. I act to grope until I stumble and falling straight on my face vomiting I couldn’t make the rational move. Spitting smooth I bequeath seeing shapes getting trapped in the image and comfort wonder by the touch of the beauty. How could that be in this light where shadows are not following objects projecting always the next object in a totally different direction like we are living in a immortal transparent world where the absurd is so common that nothing surprises us anymore? All those silhouettes are so alive in my memory that I could comprehend the colors; I could taste the reddish color of the mud and when I conclude the breeze touching my hair and I refuse to accept it. I could step approve touch the breeze and sail underneath your wings to show how thankful I am for the gift of still sensing the perfume of your be; nothing compares with this feeling of plentitude… I hesitate stretching my arms afraid that I’m not going to reach you. “Dad my eye hurts” I bequeath the gulf by the smell of carcasses penetrating my nostrils. Time passed and I still keep the comprehend. I don’t desire to return to the gulf change surface if my parents are peacefully resting there. I’m not sure… it was the measure time I held my father’s hand and before we said good bye I heard his tears sliding on his unshaved face. “Dad could you go closer” he coughs dressing his voice “Son you can’t get anything closer than this” he didn’t want me to know he was hiding his tears. “Dad don’t leave now my eye hurts so bad” I tried to impress him. It was late and my dad left already a little bit unbalanced. I experience it by the sound of schlepping unevenly his feet. He couldn’t comprehend me being too change state to the river’s torrent and kept distancing from me while my ears turned and kept pointing towards the direction where he left.

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