Can I put my pocky stick in your chocolat collon?

Seriously wtf mate. I'm not gonna write anything. A picture says more then words.

If you don't get the picture you're getting framed...

Mother do you remember all those times I passed out on our long drives home from Grandpa? How you carried me up to my bed with the SpiderMan sheets and pulled of my small clothes and my muddy shoes? Well I was awake everytime...

Now I'm older and I still miss those times. As the setting sun forced my eyes to shut when we where out picking forrest strawberries. How you thought me how to pin them on a straw to bring them home and eat the with milk and suger. The smell of the pineforrest right down by the seaside and the corse shrubbs scraping against my small child legs with to delicate skin. Hearing the seaguls and the clucking from the boats in the little marina.

And still your eyes shine with the same joy as then. Even though I'm older now, you're a grandmother now. And I know, I know, that I hope that I turn into you.

Seemingly unnoticable premontions in upsidedown land.

Weird days in the haze from the burning indonesian forrest. The winds of the great humming OM sent me on this strange journey to the otherside of mother Gaia.
Typing these lines in the giant Disneyworld called Singapore. Here you got it all folks! Hawaii beaches with pink dolphins and shoppping mall after shopping mall after shopping mall after shopping mall. The ancient asian mystique has be vaporized completely to make way for the devilish hordes of consumers! Have another fuckin slurpee with that hotdog you ununique excuse of protoplasm!

I thought:

As the cobblestones fly around your head, The mace gas burns your every orfice and germanshepards grunt to the beat of blue twirling sirens it suddenly all goes mute... The stone crashes through the protective visor of the riot unit, a mans face gets blood splattered. This is Social Warfare!


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The pain is slowmotion like trees reaching for the sun

"And so I fall into the open, singin out your name. And when I'm done, crashed and mained. There's where you'll find me."

The summer has checked out for this time. Last warm rays spewing down on me as I type this. Everytime I miss "that feeling". the summers of my childhood that seemed to be perfected. Wild kids running around building fires. "Come on everyone, lets make burn higher!" Like cro mangons hurling out our primal screams of joy. Echoed forwarded in time to the pre-destined generation.

But they never show again.

So now yours truely has his feet strapped in the startingpostion. A brave new adeventure is on the rising and like rocketman I'm bursting away from it all. I'm gonna leave any minute now, burn my clothes and keep the sun in my eyes.

Haha yeah I can feel it rising the sun is pouring down and my shadow is fading. I'm running free faster then the speed goes. Sunflowers smiling now. It's all good yeah, it's all good. Tell my mother that I love her. It's starting now. haha yeah what the fuck was I talking about again?

The drums are snaring into each others. Hold tight now!

Fear and Loathing in Singapore!!!