Show me what you’ve got bird lady.

A neat dish on a murder menu, she’s got.

Thin lipped, fat but firm feet, husband sharing and admiring of bigamist, after she discovered that her husband did and keep the two women happy when he still alive.

A half-dressed but not a half-baked she is and half a lout are not better than one she said.

Still too valuable to generate more fire and a rotting liar, a mischievous twinkled in her eyes.

World is keeping but not a BBC, a daydreamer and dwelling beautiful day.

Then again she covered Afghanistan and rotten molested terrorist.

The phone keep ringing, the one-third liquor of Scotch Highland Dream still on rocks, the mild cloves cigarette lighten and hope there’s still peace at Turkmenistan.

What shall been forgotten before every living things within memories and things that really shall happen happened happens?

If there’s some perfect point to show about that dilemmatic area of movement, maybe all point of views could end up still in dead.

Yup! And there’s death in so certain condition among all living things. What so certain in these life to live beside death, why shall we worried about how to be the legend of a great fortunate lives, in fact all of you already in death’s list. All are listed no matter what shall happen do happened and what’s so happens.

So farewell my girl, sometimes you made up such a make up, now we tried to be more sophisticated to each other, which is, I’m not like you, the most of all, I’m not like the other that you’ve been with or I’m not the one that you wanted, so on I’m not the one like others and sometimes just fade up not like each one of you.

When I’ve got her arms to describe the world and still not my world, so I just missed my own pictures or probably it just her. Angelic fruit-can, face shape tin-marked, missing pale-white of amusing Jasmine in all times. Behind that just grow, grows and growing.

I hold the image of this girl with only some fogs behind me. All behind this trouble words. Sometimes just fade up the earth growing old. You could cancel it but you can’t stop going with yourself. These clouds could easily explode herself between the most beautiful horizons but you still can’t dry your eyes. A soul mate you presume, I didn’t recall. Sense for feeling show an ease the time in our comfort zone, reminds me of the second times that I’ve been follow too hard and falling too deep until fall asleep. See you at the end.

Every step that I’ve been recognized keep telling me for the second times, I’ve been following you too high and not left you too dry. See you at the bitter end. Forbidden abstract and indigenous comforter of our controlled mind jamming in neurons transformational simple adaptation but we just consider it as a new raw technical system for only just some way to survive and to be mold in another way of dealing sacrifices in whole times of yours and you can not stop for growing old. And it comes in no surprise even you still cannot dry your eyes. Just watch out for the other eye that already missing your texture. Amazing fruitcakes in another pictures of fear that also growing old. What so important and gorgeous in our short of beliefs, a memory, promises, debt, obsession, flirts, loves, honors, prestigious, dreams, untold reasons, soul mates, closed person, deepest affairs, darkest secret, kisses, hugs, self-esteem, lusty act of sexiest moves that could catch and I told you this cloud had already exploded.

We are running and synchronized by lullaby but times are running away. Its simple, see you at the end. See your eyes in new hiding scene. Wave your heart and remember me that you are not the only one on that silver screen and bleed your heart in the moving field.

Settled your dreams and it seems more important than reaching an honest truth of trust. You walked away to save your face that never worth because you had not that second thought. Shall the old stuff becoming permanent and sealed so the next step is held together and you called it to maintain the good things or memories that you shall not erased. Sure thing, I have hold the image of this girl and what could I say beside what’s wrong with this beautiful picture anyway and shall I could more respected to this recognizing texture’s while it is fade up. While gone and goes and grow. I still had the earth. Why should you proclaim that you wanted go around with me in your perfect thoughts, you could read yourself so everybody could know you better and had some thing in you but one thing that you shall missed about the whole diorama that everybody did not know me a clue and didn’t care about everybody either except their appearances in me but I could just shut them down in my perfect thoughts. And that’s for sure.

Remain secretly just like the edge of Valentine’s, remain secretly as Baroque and Rococo, remain honest for any jewels and routes that connected in the beauty of golden triangle.

While suddenly I could only just stand in the dance floor and thinking amusedly amazing about love psychedelic, amused by the groove’s, that’s not too important thinking of love, loves and loved that could not take us out into those paradise of loving and tender and so on could reminiscing as natural enlightenment for every inspiration which has also glued to age of behavior.

Physical drive to the most of an enormous delight in you and in the next moment, this guy, slowly flying to the chunk of light and crashed into the mirror ball, then falls apart.

Perhaps, some guys crashed the mirror ball, asking about Jupiter and Mars and the Nebula ring. For sure the guy can’t dance, he’s been off beat for long, longing for romantic idea of having something special back and help him in pity.

Strive to enter by the narrow door, will seek to enter and will not be able.
When once the householder has risen up and shut the door, this can-not-dancing guy will begin to stand outside and to knock and saying, “please, open to us”.

“Where you come from? I do not know where you come from”

“We ate and drank in your presence, and you taught in our streets”

“I tell you, I do not know where you come from, depart from me, all you workers of iniquity!”

There you will weep and gnash your teeth and you yourselves thrust out.

Smashed to the some attraction at the landscape’s of some darkness. It grace Mars then made a circle around of Jupiter and faced up Uranus to Pluto, while the whole world spinning, I was deeply, deeply touch.

Then again here I was standing again at the dance floor and the light spinning like the universe, this is for real not love experience.

While the ultimate guidance brought it light and with simple step to the corner, with wild eyes, scent of body, the sweat, the movement in red ‘carpet’ walk, more gorgeous than a cat near by the high fence of a warning dog’s.

While it could shine and rebel in the songs that gave while loves could meet heart and strong with your own, this is the very real start.

Recognize the angel by it’s wings or aura or the smell of the cosmic or the dust from it’s trace or else by knowing the present of the evil deep within it’s grace, still wanted wings, it’ll graves buried lost, isn’t this the very start.

The song that sung on poem that hung. On hotel phone that you never knew about the code before, you still connect to that, yes, you still in touch on most questionable thought about reckless and clumsy, a really big mistake on sight, what a lie in blossom when return never touch the turning sign without sign and direction, that happened each time, each time, just like sleep and crying for not knowing the ‘you’ itself.

Almighty, while on way like your way like your pray becoming your prey.

More dirty values by conducting humans as its behave develop sunrise and building the earth to sleep again over and over by every each mile per second, shall we surprises you sometimes while you not around by destruct the predictable mindless system of honors that we and you got it already when inner plexus should believes that in contrary human are only simply as plants with brain grows like crazy tumor, that laugh and lies a lot than the room of cerebral cortex each brain could achieves, beliefs in each times, we stay to step on a plant but we realize that we could not survive no longer no with those stupid reincarnation or else re-grow relieves and destruct more complex with boring calling your bluffs. That’s too much too high on pressure. Still waiting you, my universal widow-whore’s.

Old behavior in present, more addictive and present-able because of its diorama of classic that seemingly cool but always with some fools, what we’ve got here are more than ‘there’ with seems beauty wonderful amazing with light that embrace.

What shall morning could gives for every hidden dew as crystal reflected early light, when all so sudden the punishment come, fear not to the substance gifted with uncertain being, ways of surviving the unpredictable trial of experience, an invisible armor of speech and nature’s rules.

Everyday in life and even almost in every funeral, should be free to get any responsibility for the form of maturity, even superhero needs a rest.
In highly state of dying could phantomiz-ed the acceptance of anger and bargaining in life until denial and isolation comes up from the only depression. Shut down the devil sake’s.

Living creatures are more than spirit of the angels, arriving before forbidden fruits, they had way we are always make our own way revealing to another as a behavior or else as a perfect statue no one else could found. The customized of boundaries the legal partnership of ritual movement the simple adjustment of consequences among parasites that held so deep waking another vision, creating more visible another neo-plagiarism in the plexus of burning cancer in my lonely angel.

The sound of the drug lord cuts the chords. Fake natures in instant cheap-capitalism more victims and victimized the circularity of massive freedom.

Flexible approaching to the next step era of the whole missions of protection, failed of possessive overload, like giving energy to the masses, calm like a bomb. Spoiled the track and bloods becoming the dull color of forgotten day.

Creating a good reason to avoid immaturity of real life for fools the warrior sounds, what in this another anonymous adventure, same old curiosity to demanding why so false to stop the time and loosing the time for testing jealousy that combining perception of thoughts of inner intellectual and an open minded way of thinking.

Wrapped in the world of you, loving every breath of you it might birth, until the sea runs dry until I found the one.

All these times I never known your face and search these human race, save in your soul beg at your side until the world stop turning.

School boys and piranhas, primates and kangaroos, hippos and caterpillars, angels and termites, cockroaches and lizards, blowflies with lilies, hyenas with elks, bees and rats, tortoises and walruses…

May all gained loosing, companionship’s, watching too many movies, read all books, listening good and old songs, comparing others, intellectualized of mind trembling and situated by old-funky and new dioramas. It should be enough and enough thoughts within all experiences and to think for all things that have done.

You hypocrites!

All adversaries were put to shame.