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...

Blue wine, red apple, gloss made wallet, violet hate, yellow covered book, curved head, damned soul, nerved love and cursed boy... these are my objects to create a story, an amazing one of peace and glory... wisdom, an impressive element of the actual world. "Shame on you Mr.Bush" still in my head, I can't change the world as I couldn't avoid the world war II, could I?
I hope for no more war, may I get some rest before the story? thanks...

I'm gonna waste my time on tables, columns and raws. items are every where and all these are about statistics... meetings and meetings, life does not worth more. tables are for investors, investors for economics and economics for stats and all these for wasting just a little more of time.
put'em all aside, don't forget the security! It's the main thing for wasting time...

I can hear the hunger of nature, her seducing act to rise, and her patience for removing dust out of her wings... but donna where she gets her credit every year. cause it's all about credit these days and poetry won't work anymore. The mother nature seems to be rich enough for each year with this amount of luxury. Hope you luck ma'am!

You can't see the forest for the trees, you can't smell your own shit on your knees... but you can, if you try!

Listenin' Julio, smokin' Marlboro, Waitin' for bed time, divide the estimated time in to quarters and follow the directions: first quarter feel the smoke, upon your head and through your lips, fading other things… second, think about your past, your memories, sweet and sweet! Bitter and bitter… third, think about future, foggy as always, your dim sight as well… fourth, trying to clear what you've think about it before, try to compare and be logic.
It's the most important section! You're fucked up, you know, but try to justify your mind btw. You're always rational, ain't ya?
If it's enough, try to count the sheep: one, two, three, Zzzzz…