WEll, maybe

Here is it again , a class of two hundred kaleidoscopic policy makers .i am in between them with the zeal of my claustrophobia.

these criss crossed figurines remind me of my brains unawareness and i can let my mind be open beyond words for anyone, without anyone .

there is a mechanism to this class which makes me a thousand miles obsolete,i dare say .

do i like it ?

well , fuck yes!

" you there with the Marley shirt"

?yes sir?

whats the time table dear?

table -in front oh, yes

time - none t o write upon

are my ears ringing of Morrison or is it just the professor singing in his madness as a tribute to the institution .(damn!)its my funeral today . I glimpse this side with a hopper like tendency , and slowly crawl my gaze on the other forbidden side with the eagerness to get humiliated by that motivational figure of MR.------Eh...never mind ....

Our group is a cluster of WordSworth loving/knowing/not knowing ,Hendrix worshipping,Avril vs pink tragedy gyrating intellects .

mentioning the not so intelligent ...

on Sunday , when god rested

we fake ass holes united in the disease of the fittest .

i give my partner my new books filled with imagery of a non assumed , non existent ,other living .

ALIEN!

The war begins

no commands !

just kill

slaughter

piece them fine .

Fine

bridge that gap you slut , my friend . Build the famine

do you have a stone ..?

maybe not.

change the path ,fuck the direction.

Ladakh it is

music to myself

i am being true to me for once

' listen to me , hear me '

i plead

"Prove it"

the silence horns and the bus stop's empty today

i leave

but "hey , just wait a minute , that's my art , my lines , my words, you took it"

Encore! Megha.

a bullet , please....

mind your own fucking music !!!! you get that

+redhandedlycaughtintheperformance+

lets respect it .

Reality is Cruel and honesty is an unknown belief.

AMEN

I came for this , didn't i ?

*ozzy i praise .