Monday, August 22, 2005

Are those little girls angels or butterflies? Anyway, they know the way to our stomach, and they are hungry for it. I think theyre just killer angels. Wish I could see under reality... Then I could live with them... there... where it's... you know...

The day doesn't fit my mood... the night comes.... and I am floating...floating into the night. I am living when darkness comes. I don't understand the day... and everything that is happening during that time. I cannot settle into the day.... it's getting me nervous. Everybody starts living when darkness comes. Please don't read me as a gothic, 'cause I am not and... I not am. Darkness, velvet coat... where we feel at ease to create anything, evrything.

Gouzy gouzy gouzy girls, gnia gnia gnia smiles, that's where I am getting started. I've got two apples, one in each hand. I cannot touch you. Jungler? No, I am not jungling. A young man, alone, jungling on a place. I saw him. Hey man, what are you doing? This place is empty. Are you furious? What have you got in the eye? That's like a big nothing covering up something. How can I think of something for you?

I'll be tracked forever with japanese visions. Pink air, you know, flying manga gouzy gouzy... Stand in the air with that japanese music, everything flies around. Can I find the music for that pinky japanese world? Girls are so tiny and fragile and soft. I cannot take it... I have got two apples, one in each hand... Take a bite and smile, juicy juicy... juicy girl. Befor I chew the apple of your eye. I don't know how to say that I wan't everything else dying... Because I don't really want death, it's more of some kind of reality that has to change of colors. Some colors don't exist here. We don't have to talk about it, we don't have to talk, because talking belongs to a shit world. Some other world exists beyond talking, we don't understand that. Now I have got to be an extraterrian. Or figuring some heroic japanese world that must be like a young manga-girl phantasm. That's already too much... `cause we're not together lying on the grass looking at the sky. That's the only thing that should be.

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