Okay, Amigos, Bye until then and 42 kisses for 42 good hearts, counted backwards not 42 backwards!

Okay, Amigos, Bye until then and 42 kisses for 42 good hearts, counted backwards not 42 backwards!

Hi – ho, friends and then it finally starts and we will hear from each other again. Today I want to say, I drink a little water and that’s my tact One, two three, one two three I drink a little water
and sing a foreign song I mean I know it even barely wind changes
Wind changes and a thousand and one million flags go up from not even despicable fear.
Wind change and I still do not have a flag maybe out of fear that I’ll hang it one day in the wind Now everybody wants to see you, now everybody wants to meet you, he’s just kid Now everybody wants to see you, now everybody wants to meet you,
he’s just kind child of evil kid of sophisticated HATE A gray river. Sluggish. The sky is gray, with smoke in it. I had a harpoon, a long black metal with a sharp barb. With that I pushed into the water and pierced dead, cold fish, which I ate immediately. I was old, my hair was dirty gray with white streaks, and my ruffled hairstyle was as ridiculous as the bacon captain’s cap I wore. The fish I ate had no taste. I only felt his coldness. I was on a barge, a barge with peeling paint. Speaking of color, it was all black and white anyway. On this fucked up, small, shabby wooden thing I drove with the flow under a concrete bridge. The bridge was old and brittle.
Under the bridge came a dead whale. The huge, bloated body swam quickly against the current. The whale was lying on its back in the water. On his stomach was a shiny black seal. She moved, but I knew that she too was dead. When I looked closely at her, she raised her head and waved tired at the fin. Then the dream was over. Men, sea urchins, wheels, she says. Men, sea urchins, wheels, again, sobbing; wet, as if she had just wiped tears from her eyes Absurd series, no logic, I’m not saying it. I also do not shove my cock between the pitying pouty lips I let it get stuck words and cock Drin Closed mouth and pants I understand again not a word. Abraded moderately cynical Vomit puked spit on the shoes of your buddies No Flemish farmers no Swahili and no hallucinations Only truth memories 1: 1 hectic
recurring fast Repeatedly abraded moderately cynical vomited puked spit
foreign shoes always foreign stranger foreign abraded foreign moderately foreign cynical alien vomited
I run up the stairs to where do I want what I want now something you your ass your tits your pussy your mouth and your thoughts what you mean what you think you feel with you dissolve I keep getting in honey forever

Do it as well as I, casually more than we expect!

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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