ED: I can't eat any more...

Sucha small house. It almost has turned into my home. The smell of the smoked cigs, of these LS. MAking me addicted to those kisses LS toasted...I did everything quick, only to be with you, to spent the very most part of the miracle time we were given, finally. I'm sitting outside, on a plain common chair. Ow, how I hate commoness, n how much I loved this yours... We are full of contradistinctions. I'm not gonna write them, no. Like I don't mind the mistakes, horrible ones I make here, cos I lost my mind by you. It's, you cannot think, operate properly kidney. I will repeat the old stuff, but you will not understand until you feel it on your own. I know. You're sleeping in your private, single, unique, boggy darkness. I'm looking into it right now. My eyes are taking a bath into it. I wish you to wake up in this moment, but I also wished you 'goodnight n good luck', I also know best you're gonna no, cosyou're so great today. Even not tonight. But today. We know where. As far as I remember, I always wanted to know, to share somebody's secrets. It was attractive to me, because of its mysteriousness. However I realise now, why they did not necesarly wanted to do this. I like to play with words. Word battles, yes, these are my prerogative. I rather prefer to play with you. A game. I'm one of hte greatest in languages. Am I huge? You may say stuff like this, but for me I'm not at all. Recently, I was, I am now, it continues from the [revolutionary] time I said, I'm staying here. Not even going to make it more clear [to you]. J'adore to be mysterious as I mentioned before. [METEOR] Will I be forever broke [?] Really, I feel like watching a dream that I've never awakened from. N this are empty words any. You make mistakes, then you die, then you come back, and make the same mistakes, and then you die, and then you come back n make the same mistakes, over and over, he said. I love this ashtray. I think I 'll go to met with your black side. To met with my destiny. I'll go sleep...

Wisdom speak to me.

I'm listenin to music when I'm pissed off. Maybe you'll read this someday. But my mouth/mind moves too fast for you to figure it out . No one heard. The noone. Told you everything loud and clear. But nobody'’s listening. Call to you so clearly. But you don't want to hear me. Cuz you're a sucker? Who knows. These days. Yeeea[h] truth hurts [to only mother fucker...]. It's boink, boink every minute sucker, sucker so keep it in your pants, boy sucker, sucker what makes you think your my only lover the truth kinda hurts don't it mother fucker? Sucker... Don't let that goddamn record spin again. Won....>)

Okaerinasai sushi Master!

Maybe bean sprouts are good for you, but not for me. Then what? Then sushi!!! Sushi wa oishi katta desu ^o^. You know good I have lots of obsessions n this is my quite old, since my Japanese language lessons, one. Although only my are those sophisticated, delicious, unforgettable, one in their unrepetable style. Yeah, yeah, too much sushi today, I start to talk too much. Khe khe. N Boogie hasn't eaten any tiny piece. But he tried the wasabi...Mwahahahahaaa. N unintentionally he took too much. Ow,did I not warn him? Ops...khe khe. Sushi ist gesund. Aber sex ist auch gesund. N I forgot! I just bought three [3] cubes. My first dices for the RPG playing. I would not buy them if I didn't discover the magic den by accident, of course. A paradise for a player, yes, I regret, stores like this are not in my country.

Just like that... sing for me. Like a devilish angel... or maybe an angelic devil...

With two juicy juices near me, at the time some go to work, in the other side of the sphere, some are sleeping, those right behind me, some should sleeping, but not me, I start creating a new spokey dokey post. One thing I've to admit myself at the beginning, is that at first I'm feeling not so good at the moment, 'cos of the too much amount of eaten onion, but that's not the point. It's quite embarrassing me. If you'd be surprised, it is not related to sex stuff and so. It's what I can, or have learnt, in the end, 'cos I hated the previous state of matter. Before, I was doing things, not seldom, to go to people n say 'ow, look I did it' etc., but now, I don't care even more, what they can say, if they'll start gossiping, or no. It's their [some woulda say 'F'] problem, they can't stand the fact I have big, stylish [as some nice guy said] sunglasses, tha I look like I wanna look, 'cos I like what I do n I do what I like, so I dress myself into clothes tha look not poor. Maybe it's oldfashioned to say 'yeah, it's their problem, yeah bitch' with a voice of a bastard after an operation on lungs.N it's not cause I might have been shy. It's not that. It's rather the thing Polish people have with themselves, I wrote previously. Spike's also oldfashioned, isn't he? Here everything suits, everything's fine. But not in my life. Un fortunately. I have no idea, is this caused only by ma present state of mind n time, it's temporary, it'll go away soon, everything'll be all right [ow, how common it sounds, not so good, not good at all]. I dunno know, if to continue, or to quit. What turn to make. In which way, in order to not to make a mistake. In order to not to dig myself into nice piece of shit for the future. I also don't want to write anything 'wavy' to not to make my situation worse nor it's simply awesome right now. Just amazig. Dazzling me. I'm lucky. I feel fortunate. But the stuff is not so very joyful. It's not lika paranoia, it's not making me wanna write tragedies, especially when the CB's musac is playing in the background. Ow, yes. It also doesn't make me wanna write without 'g', n to start a new sentence so often as before. Cos it's not dramatic. Nevertheless, I feel like in the 'elm'...I didn't think, I'd be ever feeling in this way. This again? Goddamn sonofabitch! Man, you're totally rippin' me off, but do ya realize the reason you can eat well around here is because I cultivated the land with my buddies, ya here? Yeah, and that's us. That we did... We planted those seeds like there was no tomorrow... You were always planting "seeds" of a different kind, though!

Or maybe it' something I belong to, somewhere I belong, my destiny?

So this is obsession...

My, old, unrepetable. My. A simply obsession Boogie cannot stand...

The next generation of enormous hatingness.

It's just ridiculous, how can it be. I shoulda have known it. But tha's a bull shit only. The worst thing is tha I simply can not do any fuckin thing in this slithy case. I thought it will come into myself only in the very ugly nightmares, althought I like them, but this. But this. BUT THIS?! The very far cry from the most spooky inside of mine. I could not believe it happens. It's like the way you sit n reckognise the leherous happening round yourself n you're powerless, damn helpless. An' all you're left is to sit there. Sit. To sit. TO SIT!!!AAA!!! Gosh. Sry. It doesn't contain in my space mind or brain or so. Say so, play so. It was truely awful, ya know.Rueful. I dunno wish to anybody (with small exceptions) sucha coincidencions. You've ever felt like blow your mind stuff's floatin' round you? You wanna really do some thin' but. Yeah, but. The best thing would be to stand up n scream aloud. How nice. Och yes. It's not 'yes' but 'jes'. Och my dearest goddess. Any more, any more. I beg ya. The best thing would be to stand up n scream aloud. Right? So I'll better quit. N aim at some, some, well, body. Apear like the Ed herself today. So, what the fuck. What the fuck? What the fuck. Quit.