100523 Havaianas Beats II

In simple rubber we try to keep the steps
The beats of our feet in sync
Swinging arms of alternate halves
The smiles and laughs
But arms can't keep up without...
Without one awkwardised half

Joint shoulders give slower walk..
But who needs speed when in beat?
Nice spoon give numb limbs
Who needs circulation when we can smell?

No perfection.. Just affections..
Passion.


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100522 mashed thoughts

Its one of those things.. If i say it out it'll mean jack shit.. If u dont feel it then oh well.. If u do and is not sensitive to it then fuck it !


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those 3 words...

are said too much... but not enough...
in the dead of night.. when dreams are sought..
when touch and smell ,are drowned by deafening thoughts..
On purpose or unconscious, they reared their worth...
or did they?

so here we are again.... momentary revelations... recorded in eletronic publications..
does THIS save the environment?
sure ain't saving our sanity yet...
hahaha

camp..

So the camp erupted in sprays of affectionate saliva and joy juice.. would have put out any fire I had planned to bring upong them.
Wanted to tell them it's just pre-game... warm-up, trials whatever... not even first quarter or half time break yet...
hahahahaha

100408 Quote

A: "I wanna quit my job and be a waitress"... D: "I'll become a very very fat mammal".. A: "uh?"... D: "figure it out"

A: "worse still if chef"
D: "scared... i'll be a stuffed / cooked mammal"


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100402 speechlessness

In certain corners, it's better to choose speechlessness..

And fruits almost rhymes Snooze..

It's that kinda Friday, yes.


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time..

A: time...
D: i try talking to "those 3" again about a 36-hour day, k?
A: those 3?
D: father, son and holy ghost
A: oh
D: am i barking up the wrong t(h)ree?

76 steps...

0529h

a 3rd gear crash? a 3rd gear stall?.. Has 3rd gear ever seen so much action.. So much attention?

Weird is good.. Weird is alternative... Weird is our common speciality

76 familiar steps.. 76 steps and no crash..
It was a nite of progress, 76 steps of hope..
It was a dark nite of confess, at least we can stop backing up slopes.

We r never sure of much.. But love is not about muchness..
No such thing as too much or too good.. for Love is matchless..
If you walk with this arrogant self proclaimed prophet.. sway the stands, rules bent, steps in wilderness..
You shall see we're not quixotic.. You shall see perfect weirdness

We've always walked on holes.. We've never liked them whole..
We cruise with muchness, fuck them rules of sadness..
Distractors and also rans.. Maybe a few eager fans..
Hey! we are only humans.. but this time, we've made our stand known..

This is not.a persuit race.. There's no lead nor chase
It's just an invitation to, an expedition .
....for a journey of paradision

7 minutes.. 76 steps... forever...


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020210 KhelL to SINless

Of opportunity n hope or escapism n pretence?
For the better or worse, need of faith or impatience?
Revelation or more deception? Will we like the revelations ?
Are we seeking answers or just more twist to our journeys?
Is the SINess light the tunnel's end or the guide to deeper rubbish?
Will the doors swing open or will we hit our own front teeth ?
It's up to us..
We just gotta keep it together.. Now that's the hell's bitch :)

We would like to meet them - your complicateds..

Show us, introduce them to the disConnecteds..

250110 Feet

Feet.. I love them..
But often can't feel my own
Feels like I own more than 2
Or they are just not pairly born

Hers.. I love them
In my hands I felt they belong
Wish I could keep them..
So she wanders no more..
So I can have her attention..
And she wonders no more..


Damn the last mess I still have to clear


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160110..

Only sillys get that lucky..
Age is such a bad reason to/not to marry =]

010110 10+am

Gave a Rose without(forgot) the note, lotsa thoughts but no words..
Lotsa words but no rope, just as well he'll forget to hook..
Gave the smiles and the jokes... er again - which way to go?
Lotsa miles and bumpy slopes... which gear - high or low?
Give the dog a bar of soap, help the poo and find the bones..
This boy may have none a hope, the girl has neither time nor shown...

i'm a forgetful chicken shit idiot.. What a combo =]