The country of Müller Milch.

I was thinking, although it was rather not so easy...I was contemplating over the word tha is the embodiment of the hottest feelings tha a person can have. How about if exactly this word'd be in a other form, an other appearance, would it sound, be other? Would it change the feelings anyway? Dunno think so. May it be the connection to the famoous book, we sholud have read in some time, "Romeo n Juliet"[who did it, then did it], but this are my thinkings over, while a very favourable to think. However I managed. Another thing is tha during the evening walk with not-so-well liked, gay kidney bastard, I 've had an another, it's difficult to describe, but, it was an uncompatibility with the environment. I did not drink any tiny concoction in that time, so? What was it. [?] Were they just hallucinations. No, it was to be expected. As usual. Yeah, nevertheless I was convinced tha in this country, where an unlimitated aesthete woul not have such happenings. I'm also ponding over the people's behaviour from here n my cold country. How different are the people here n there. It's amazingly makin me puzzled. But not makin mess in my head lika one guy in here...What is the reason, why are they\we so other from others. Dunno. Just it. Dunno. N just go murmuringly singing the sad song from CB. The greatest anime tha'd ever been created.

Rider on the storm.

I knew, I should go to bed. Like a kind girl my mum used to bring up. It was the most flashing, making me speechless display. With the accompaniment of Massive Attack's weightless, honeysuckle kidney music, I was watching the far away storm. The dancing lightnings, showing the uncut, tranquil, radiate mass of clouds. Then there, a ridicously small plane appeared. A chloroform on the night mare's sky. It was heading right towards the theatre. Who could suppose, there will be someone watching them both. How limited thinking. I dunno like it at all, because those in the plane may have thought, everyone's sleeping innocently in their so small as chromazones from this height beds. In my case-no thing more confusing. I would give almost everything in return for to be on that plane. Because it will be awesome for sure to feel ecstasy-XTC and see this gunmetal view. A blink, a dark shadow in my eye, a bliss in the endless whole inside of me. '''You can't shot me hurricanes''' Yeah more sweet narcosis. Don't you tremble only thinking about it. [?] I do. No one could catch me. No one could do. No one was able to. But that was a butterfly caught. Bite my lips. As the tiny machine flew away in peace, I thought, people are a thin obstacle in aspiring the aim. After silently writing this, the sky is blasting out of the future proof sound of the reinforced glass without a break. I'm convinced I'll be falling asleep by the making my mind other from others, after strangers's, decibels. A soft, insane, cold, real thin air's waving round my half shaved legs. It's time to sleep for the bad behaved girls. For this who makes from your head a very messy place. For this crawling on the floor, then smoothly passing on your legs. n up, up...For this never unappeased. For this who says what her soul sings to her, embarrasing you not infrequent with her [kinky] thoughts, intentions. Go sleep, you with the short hair. With a godspeed.

Flyin Officer rnw@y

There must be a better way. There must be a way to change. All of us were scared to say...So this is all or nothing. First light in the morning, shadows start to fall, temptation is calling. 7 o'clock in the morning. Somewhere I shouldn't be. My heart beats out a warning. It's a habit of mine. Sometimes it makes me wonder, is it passion or crime, nor, it's like a wave that pulls me under, through these veins I feel a certain kind of thrill, n I'm flying in all directions. N tha keeps me alive.

Magic people, voodoo people.

'''In the forest I'll lay.''' I've been hurt in my leg, I feel the burning pain on my calf. I was thinking bout why do we pretend so much n so often n always n ever. It's not an exception, it's become a routine of the common day. People act like this, cos in these days, they are aware of the rueful fact that without ass licking n saying the lies they would not have came into what they have today. That's the far cry n the need to speak up somebody's views. That's why it is so important n inestimably valuable to say the true opinion aloud, not embarrassing ourselves by it. I also discovered my new passion. Night photo makin'. So, you, my bounty hounter, be ready that we will go in case of searching a digicamera in your country ;D End of the message striped.

Unforgotten nighthrills.

N°10, Nowhere road, I’m drowning in your dreams being filmed in Super Eight, I don’t know what it means but I know it’s too late. I smoke the chalice in Wonderland with Alice, I keep my eyes closed when I'm crossing the road. I got Hollywood on my toothpaste, makes my teeth taste all neon like. You’ve got me, you’re driving me insane, in the middle of the night screaming out your name it was a game to you never a game to me, now you’re waiting to see what I’ll do next, but like a reflex I already know everything you said, last night was just another test, just another way for you to mess with my head, so this is obsession, this lesson you’re keeping me guessing, so this is obsession. There's a boy that plays games all the time, almost. He don't have a friend, a male friend, a female friend. Then he is attending highschool, he saw a mouthy girl. Actually she'd be suitable for him, but she was not, cuz she wanted the others, the party ones, the ones tha were skilled at kissing. He was not for his unluck. He was into games n hacking, in the end. He was not so well-behaved, but it did not worked to win her. He was also lippy as she, but it did not work properly. One time she scorned him n it was the far cry of him. He lapsed into unconsciousness of her, so of the rest. 'Cos she's the kinda leader although she may not be aware of the fact. Only does it work to her benefit. I've dreamt bout tha guy tonight. I was so surprise this hasn't happened in reality because of my thrills. I am a thrillseeker, yeah bitch, that's right, but that was so impressive, so strong, substantial. I can't get enough of the impression...He tried to reach my lips, he moved away a little, but he returned slowly n do what he planed. His lips so kissable, lika cherry, juicy. He caugh his on mine and did it. I could not escape. I gave him back what he'd given me. He was the embodiment of the thrillness I've been seeking. Can he do it that way in reality? By what was it caused, it was so strong? Or someone sneaked up to my room and did it for real...?...again. Summer time's comming inexorably. My dream's going to become true. Again. Hanging out with strangers that’s the way that we begin. Staring at the sun, thinking it’s the moon. A tiny indication it’s gonna happen soon. Spraying our names on the trains in silver and black, I’m on the very last train to wherever, reckon thatI’ll see you sometime like never, not even in my wildest did I think that it would go like this, moving through the air, crazy kinda poet kid. Good[?]bye.