Today something old. Travel. Call it "damned warm brothers!" Or: how the dead think about us.

Today something old. Travel. Call it “damned warm brothers!” Or: how the dead think about us.

Without a big preface:

From coffee, coffee, cigarettes and shit and scared and pain
and lust I insist, said the poet. There is not much left
path; just scared and scared and in pain. And maybe the
Anger, I almost forgot. But only because I think
that the anger is only there because of shit and scare and pain.
Then I’m perfect. Perfect enough for me and this world anyway.

The singing frogs are among the few that Aaron has not yet killed enough. He is not lacking in practice.

Burning produces smoke that does not smell like tobacco and thus risk.

So he takes the poet’s torso, his guts and extremities, the head, the poem and all the leftovers, crushing them into pulps and then carefully handing them into the loo.
Because you can shit. That is allowed. They know that.
There is something in the ear with “Merry Christmas!” Christmas Eve, then, with a dead poet in the pipe.

Aaron knew it was the spider’s voice, out of the hexagonal glass case of her body, glowing, full of brightly flickering monitors and green demons. To which one can reach only over bridges, whose entrance is very dangerous.

Indiscriminately using the voice of a little demon in green the spider wished Merry Christmas.

And the poet had no voice today.
Actually a tough guy. Totally disengaged and self-pitying. Pathetic?
No, honestly. He can not help it if he can not do it better.
And Aaron could not help it, WHERE the poet did it again and again.
Because he did that in his last space, Aaron had to kill the poet again and again.
He was friendly and easy to dispose of. As far as his body was concerned.
These cursed, sweaty shreds of thought, but all too often stuck in Aaron for days. Like rising fever.
One more reason to kill the poet faster next time. Even before he came to open his mouth.
With this intent Aaron got down one.
Christmas mix and better than nothing.
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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

http://www.g-cook.com/aa_languages/todo_int/a_rule.html

just after!

And then … we do it – do it – do it!

LOVE!
Cozy

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?"

and

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 (www.g-cook.com) 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 www.g-cook.com, 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?"

and

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: www.g-cook.com

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!

! LOVE!

! LOVE !!! LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! LOVE!
Suzuki & La Madre & cozy & Fathers Father

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