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Hi – ho, good hearts, once again today …. so … a longer thought lost thing … enjoy!

Unconnected from the outside And I do not recognize a reason – to be connected I look at the house A section of something Something strange In front of a window that I do not see, In front of a window presumption Are three birds tied to rods tied and the restraints also suspicions invisible And yet more More noticeable than expected CONSCIOUS fetters you can not see If the voice is inside, out of the house, out of the window If the voice is not If they say nothing, not groan, how little they complain Would not I know the noise of the Shackled birds The voice is voluptuous As the queen of the cheerleader sluts kneeling in front of her greedy, confident, with wide open eyes, elongated tongue and half-open mouth: “2 days ago I turned 18, but I’ve been sucking dick for 5 years … Well , you know .., you can feel it … “This voice praises the sounds Or the one who binds the birds, so they make a noise The voice spri respects him and moans ecstatically:
“It’s like a sonnet, heavenly! Go on! Hmmmhhh … “Outside shimmers air heat rural air full of green and brown fecal matter, which one” distorted archaic “in the ass tattooed red-cheeked bogus health freshly plastered house wall And I remember the spotless sidewalk ancestor confused Alarmed More and more confirmed I recognize me something Forgetting me, ousting, hiding And locked away Maybe I feel my stranger In there In this house Behind the magic window Only visible from inside Am I? Yes, me But my stranger That’s out there moans Maybe more understands no Likely no less than I glued his gaze to the wax plumage of a white bird. And me-me-outside-me-outside-me Look to the right
Next to the still tolerant, domesticated white chicken That still holds my stranger captive The trembling hawk Squawking wildly, restless, anxious An infarct patient at the end of his street I see the hunter caught Satisfied
Harmful Harm Happy Reminding me To a sheer perfect blue sky From which he fell down with my guilt Immediately buried in a stiffening Relaxed With the burden of pasts Immutable And unbearable Like silent accusation And granted forgiveness Killing pride And so the hunter dies now , As a bird One of three Tied, stapled, chained to erect desires instead of the third In third of the birds only a “tack-tack-tack” high heels piece woman steps And the image of a young man A mugshot A wanted poster in a foreign language Again recognize recognition Schier incredible, the ferocity of my eyes there the plump, wild hair contours and faith and will and rejecting everything so decisively so strong What today become dull Bleached Tired and disillusioned shrug out of my mirror looking back at it has everything going on there and want me do not sleep tonight not tonight send me pictures and birds grotesque obscene truths exhibitionist clarity that stops at nothing not even before the night’s sleep, which an elderly gentleman urgently needs the wardrobe bosses wants to take it from me The older man And I should tip the tip So filled with beauty Should I tell her rather give hope And not just a band, because she must dream Will never see her birds Know nothing of the moaning stranger in her Not meeting her youth But listening to me Making me sound Feeling with me Wavering on heavy legs Hang coats In the 31st year. While I do mine as her poets.

OK? Alright, good hearts? I thought so. Then clean, but very casual!

We, good hearts, all know what we have to do over and over, and if we forget, we’ll read it here

just after!

And then … we do it – do it – do it!


Posted by cozy

"I think our society is run by insane people with insane goals, I think we are ruled by madmen for insane purposes. I think they are all crazy.
But I'll probably be locked up as mad, because I said it. That's the crazy thing. Do not you think so?"


Also, I'm sure that you, the Owls - worshipers from planet Earth to deport aliens Dark Forces, according to the dried shit and Popel the clan is hopelessly addicted anyway!

One must finally dream, is not it?

Hopefully get John Lennon, the first statement is assigned, and I a double cell of pink foam in the madhouse of owls - worshipers, the mentally ill!

So, then tomorrow or the day ....., right?

No, not quite, because here, of course, the inevitable, our warriors - duty, so does not make you wet and get started!

We will nourish and heal, that's for sure. Such, strictly speaking, such is my duty; this and my silence presence in hospices and at the hospital beds and places of death; and I highly recommend it!

And besides, I'm making a website ( for an invisible because immediately disembodied Japanese and his nonphysical transition, and I have to be enlightened the bizarre faith and a man of knowledge in Toltec and an adept in magic meaning and west am also cozy, previously cozyP, protégé of apples and goats, and previously of TJ Cawley the financial manager of the Irish freedom fighters, as well as additional and always and above The Fahfahrian but aka Amigo Loco Corazon, Loa Mo Yoruba, Lazy, Ldogg, the First g - cook, you therefore handed now, hereby, and power of my amazing hard nipples with showers, their fine sensors reach into space and more than cozy who loves more than he understands and whose anger the gods irritating sneeze, so I did not surrender myself, but I give you my beloved good, hearts, my enlightened brothers and sisters, PURE POWER, in very small "portions" my travelogue, "The Dalai Lama's visit to Auschwitz," since I been said even'm all previously considers to have just completed this journey with His Holiness, where we write Kafka, Machiavelli, Aleister Crowley, en masse Nazis and many others found that were also in their ways, which I then ultimately the fact could not walk out of the way, to be predestined, "Lucifer's Field", which first part I completed and presented to the public on Suzuki's website, as well as some readable parts made "with the Dalai Lama after Auschwitz", and last but not least, I am a part-time Buddhist and Vollzeittolteke because I work overtime do.

Impressive, eh? I know better than that! Now sleep well! Sleep For a beloveds goodhearts, my beloved enlightened brothers and sisters! -
But wait, because ... that I, that we all want something from you, is clear anyway, right? Listen and shares!

Then let us sing silently. Right into your golden heart when you feel like:

"I think our society is run by insane people with insane goals, I think we are ruled by madmen for insane purposes. I think they are all crazy.
But I'll probably be locked up as mad, because I said it. That's the crazy thing. Do not you think so?"


Also, I'm sure that you, the Owls - worshipers from planet Earth to deport aliens Dark Forces, according to the dried shit and Popel the clan is hopelessly addicted anyway!

Ok, and except for the scumbags of owls - kidding and deport worshipers and their club, there is something to do .... now does so, her pickles! You know what to do.

You know my always-always-always - same request, the Beloved goodhearts other gives something to eat, a blanket, clothes, toys, some money, whatever-always-always .......... ....................

... ....................... Or just some of your energy.

It works like this:

Move your ass to the nearest hospice, hospital, senior citizens or children's home
Stay near the building / building
Stands upright, breathe deeply in and out
Open your palms and radiates healing and refreshing energy to the people there
Makes 9 breath cycles
Move your ass to the place of your choice
Carries out there doing your choice

You'll be surprised how well are you and how would your body!

Everything is better than just good - it is fantastic! Let it be that you will clearly and consciously, and enjoy as your beams all transformed into moments of happiness and fulfillment, goodhearts! We wish you all a wonderful, dreamlike moment after another, with everything that makes you fun, its cool, casual goodhearts! LOVE! Enjoys it! You are wonderful, goodhearts, and we all love you! So give her recipient! And if you need something ...

Take it to you:

I am now away from these words and very well very close and in the world, and because of you, we are all together, La Madre, Suzuki, The Old Masters ANZ, Fathers Father, the unnamed, the sweetest of sweet, my incredible JJ, as I also, of Fahfahrian cozy!


Suzuki & La Madre & cozy & Fathers Father

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