jack and jill went up the hill
to smoke some marijuana
jack got high unzipped his fly but jill said i don't wanna
jack and jill went up the hill to have a little fun
stupid jill forgot her pill and now they have a son
now some idiot tell me is it bad news or good?!

What You See Is What You Get!

another man downed, down here... he was on the edge, slippy edge he fell from. I should have anticipated this shit. now I ran faster than ever, I ran into the gate, through the folds of fire and smoke. as the kingdom falls and the king dies, the bridge to the old palace ruins. it's a real disaster! people inside the palace have to live forever isolated. and I will rise a flag every morning in respect of the isolated prisoned family.
Now I'm far enough, take a deep breath and look back. the arcs and steeples are still in sight, but I feel better and safer now. I can shiver when the night wind blows and get tan in the daytime sunlight...

Wish I was a little bit taller, something around 7feet or few inches more... with the same weight ofcourse! do you know any surgeon?! we are upside down limited here... the only place in the world with all diversed regulations maybe. Wish I was a little bit heavier, something around 400 lbs or a few more, with the same height for sure!

He died yesterday. I buried him myself... I recall him, from the first days we meet. days which were the approach to my entire life, love and soul... you may not understand. you may not blame me. don't ask me to explain. he made nothing to my life, but he was a powerful evidence. I just needed him to be somewhere. I didn't want him to do anything. and now, I think he was watching me all the time... I didn't do all I could... to save him or to treat him in a better way. and I can't compensate anymore.

To him:

We passed upon the stair
We spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there
He said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise
I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone
A long long time ago

Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World

I found it on the ground, it was dusty and fuzzy. I rubbed it, washed and brushed it. My friend, I'll take care of you, I said.
Now it's genius and I'm fuckin' famous. I'm laughin' out loud and I sing like a black drunk. I'm gonna compensate, he says. with him I'm like a member of this asylem, others are doing well too. I look over, for a million eyes staring at me. This stupid world's fans... starin' at me instead of darin' for a look in mirror. I laugh out loud, scream and make fun of my inferiors. this is the way I rule. this is the way that I manage my life. I train hate in my felows' heart. the best a man can do! I'm even hated during an intercourse. I nurture the curse... The big potential for hate, in me... the big me... me...

She's really tough in controlling shoes off! but mysterious things, are objects around: bended nail to fetch what and from where?! Big brush to rub where and when?!
God bless you Fatme Khanoom! I recall my memories always... and this stored objects won't leave me alone, I know. I bid.
Whazzup? everybody's messin' around. and I'm fucking messed up! yep ma' friend... you've done well. try to hide somewhere, behind some virtual hill. cyber light and cyber shades. live real and revenge cyber! real hate and fake love. knock knock knockin' on neighbour's door...