It's easy, to point with the finger to the moon, this coward tonight, hiding behind clouds. Means, the Nazi outside are people with censoring mind, all of them caring for business influence like Sarlo, Gene Pool, Judy, JeffiJi, the Enlightened One or Jeff, the Buddha Broker some of my last Cyber acquaintanceships, Ramarshi, the scientific constellation explorer, but basically people all function the same like me and Georg W. Bush: ''who is not for me, is against me.''
One slight difference is left: Bush is wrong, but me, my poor bio computer is connected directly with Dog Ma Mimamai, sorry, God!, and all angels above: Love, Light expressions! The proof?
The proof are my cherished readers, who dive in this communication chains of funny fantasies far away from political facts and cruelties.
| It's easy, to point with the finger to the moon, this coward
tonight, hiding behind clouds. Means, the Nazi outside are people with
censoring mind, all of them caring for business influence like Sarlo, Gene
Pool, Judy, JeffiJi, the Enlightened One or Jeff,
the Buddha Broker some of my last Cyber acquaintanceships,
Ramarshi, the scientific constellation explorer, but basically people all
function the same like me and Georg W. Bush: ''who is not for me, is
against me.''
One slight difference is left: Bush is wrong, but me, my poor bio computer is connected directly with Dog Ma Mimamai, sorry, God!, and all angels above: Love, Light expressions! The proof? The proof are my cherished readers, who dive in this communication chains of funny fantasies far away from political facts and cruelties.
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| How can Nazi have fun? Nazi torture, repress, suppress, Nazi express themselves in a body armour of stiff musles without laughter, seldom wine, a twisted sexuality to enter into others by violence and to keep others out to enter into them - again all done by violence. You have known this sort of wives? I'm kidding - otherwise my female readers all are gone in disgust - hihihi, but I'm getting drunk sweet and slowly at the border of this beach behind the closed steal bars in Corvo, Camping Place, Italy, 23 Euro-Dollars! And need to leave tomorrow, 'cos, who else but an imprisoned Nazi in his body armour can endure to sit behind the bars of a place? And even if you listen to breaking waves behind the walls, behind the bars, it is better to be killed, robbed and raped in a free fight but to be kept sheltered behind bars of beliefs and bullshit. |
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Word cascade are hitting my poor readers from my drunken mind tonight, not knowing anymore, what these funny fingers produce on a palmtop of 300 Grams to infiltrate your mind, receptive right now for 4662 words of our holiday voyage through southern France, return way Italy: around 800 to 1000 kilometres ahead Genua Bolzano, Brennero, Insbruck, Munich.
To endure this long voyage in an old VW truck Transporter from lovely Mimamai your body needs to be sheltered in an armour too. But do you think about this armour as Nazi muscle armour, without any exit to enjoy love, life, laughter? In deep celebration and drunkenness with existence? Red wine too?
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Ramarshi, when you watch in my provocations nothing but an Old Man's Nazi
mind, you look like an idiot right now! How can an Old Man's Nazi mind reveal in
drunkenness all his hidden secrets in impotent words? This right now, my dear
friends, the reader, is nothing but my tearful truth suffered in life on the
road to death, we all share together. All still alive. Getting older and older,
you look around for friends. And you don't care anymore, if your friend is an
idiot, but you look for a hand to help you stand up, when you fall flat on the
ground and can't move up anymore on your own, drunken legs exhausted from life
travels through your years! I love you, do you love me?
| Silent cries in a night, my God, what kind of idiot must a
man be, to expose his inner world like this dry desert to readers in love?
Only in love with yourself, people start to have fun. And fun is the enemy
of Nazi muscle armour. When you start laughing, you start loving, and when
you start loving, you start living, and when you start living, the death
Nazi armour dies. No matter in which political, priest, power, sex,
satsang disguise this armour is presented to you in illusions or concepts!
Truth is, dear reader, the only truth is: we need food, air, love, caring alive, all we are living on feelings like these and physics like food, water, air, shelter, ohh, it's all so simple to stay alive, to share fun, fun fun, nothing but fun.... and if sorrows are shared, they turn into fun... and if we start loving each other like love ourselves.... some peace and joy we enter together, no matter, how deeply we hurt with words... do you think words count? So you get a number on your account: |
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4895 words!
Now, did you pay your attention? Your attention is your love! Not only towards mine mind word mill of vanity, but a love and attention towards yourself! An unfiltered, not censored courage to enjoy yourself... even in dump darkness and drunkenness
like yours n0by tonight
| with a heart with growing weight coming home from holidays
soon with nothing but words, im- and expressions, 150 photographs from
Mimamai and my analogue old camera, .... and do you know, what is the most
important truth of the day, dear reader? The deepest secret of all? O.K.
because of your diligence to read all these words showers of sharing:
the deepest truth of all human on earth: a good morning shit after enough digested food the day before. That is the ultimate truth, these finger tonight after two hours shared with you for free - but better send one cent worth a word of every reader - no, no, no, I'm kidding - otherwise the last reader left leaves... because truth is for free like the morning shit.. but when you have to pay, for example the doctor or the satsang seller, than it is pain. Nazi are prisoned in pain and pressure. n0by |
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