'I seek the brightest star in the universe' say he. The morning glow of the planet. The universe undivided. All of that.



Fed up with the bunch of morons who think they know best. You can't even tie your laces properly. Aren't even fit to shine my shoes, shoeshine folk wherever you come from. If you're reading this then feel concerned.



'I seek godliness through the times, the heavenly on earth' say he who I desire. Not social crap



I don't need your care.

You're money.

Or you're opinion.



To me you just want my attention and you all tire me. Get a life.



I seek what you cannot find.

My ambition lay beyond even your wildest dreams. My ambition will lead me right through the center core of the earth and beyond.



By the time you're dead I will have seen the four corners of the earth.

I will have met people, civilization you have never even heard of.

I will have engaged in matters you can't even dream of. I will know what's it's all about.



Who rides what bus in what district of whose country.

I will have met every beggar, wanderer, pioneer, activist, buddhist, terrorist, general and president on this earth.



Back in the real life in purest form. Just wandering about. Everyday a day to remember.



I will have felt pain, pleasure, love, rejection. All of that and much more.



I don' need you're retard opium garbage talk bunch of creeps.

You tire me with you're attention seeking approval. No exception.



'I seek the brightest point on this earth' where I can't sit back. Look back and feel the absolute dimension that can be given to me in a lifetime.



'I seek the perteum mobile' say he who writes tripe and sometimes a rhyme and sometimes just what you want to read. Sometimes just wants to spit you right in your face or just say a couple of friendly words.



You think you know anything. I can prove you wrong anyway. I don't need you're socio psycho garbage that only leads to mental retardness and captivity.



As nightfall another day in captivity. Another filling through the lines what you cannot imagine. You can't even find your bed or house or know the direction of you're compass. You're all a bunch of f*ck ups. No exception.



Nothing can retain me eventually. Patience for your garbage that's the time I am doing right now.

Zaventem Airport 1981

The Occident lay open before me,



like a ship stranded upon the North Sea.



No shoes had I on.



The Orient was gone.

Crazed pumped jam to craddle with.



Crappy memory sewage redistilled by imagination and counterfeit dollar bills drenched in blood.



Old dirt removed from the contact lens that clears the view through old mountain pathes of historical ethos and instinct predation. Give me some clear crystal drinking water from the South Pole germinated with dinosaurs and other long gone species. I must catch the next disease tonight. Mutation, morphological mutilation transmutational compromise. I must improve upon Darwin.



From purple to red and green all the colors of the rainbow. Galaxy hermit space transgender cowboy.

The sky is clear tonight. I can see in the distance the Ursa Major shinning. Yeah, that's where I am going ce soir. Odysseys beyond my imagination.



Union division states in the land of tripple tripe stars red white and blue.



Mars Jupiter the moon as in the star spangled banner missiles upon the earth in tempo of valse.



Toad drain, brim brain, hyppopotamus in the water.



Fucking creep in control.



Throw your garbage, banana skins, plutonium bombs into the Panama canal.



Don't even bother to clean up!



Soon Mars is your destination. If you're lucky. A ticket to the outer rim of our galaxy or Canada.



All others will be exterminated.



Human animals creep killers. Trees, oceans, bears, rainbows, mountains.



This place sucks anyway.





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