Prost to that

Photo by: CHINASKI P.

Am I going up or down? Hard answer for such an easy question... Where is the road I am stepping on? You helped the wind with the erosion of the road. Some people dont know what to say at all.. This passion is trying to buy me a scotch. But wait while I am getting high inside the solid cold. Do they call you coffee because you grind so fine? I listened at the voice pumping the mind volume ,then climbed your wall and appreciate the falling drops. I see the valley of the orange kingdom. It opens the cracking wooden doors for me to fall asleep tonight. I stumble, fall, crawl, I cry, I sing you a song while the rest remain sick on the dream.

aFTER ALL we All have is now, but probably tomorrow......

Like A Rabid Writter.... TYPING TYPING.....oasihfoasdhcschschscnss........ There I was sitting on the old sofa inside my imagination... A Sip of RED WINE and then SPITTing my own toughts out from my head. Here I was ( Breathing sounds) inside my winter mood. It was ready to GO, taking the flight to LEAVE the soul behind.
Now I am getting ready for the summer waste of my life.... One or two more snow-ice falling storms to let the seasson run away as a fugitive. DESTINATION: OUR OWN DAMN ego waterfalls.... R E S T A R T S E S S I O N...

Long Play

I remember I was sitting next to the corner. There were a bunch of strangers passing by. One sip of german liquor and my mouth kept an herbal taste like flowers.. like grass.. I was the green life swallower. The music was loud, the strangers were quiet. Some were crawling into the streets like busy zombies trying to get fresh blood from everybody else. Some others addicted to the compulsives law shows. I did not care about that for a while I had a date with my bottle and was afraid of screwing it all. I dont remember how or when exactly. I was just feeling small in this big big land. No braining or thinking.... White! Black?.. my mind was set up with different colors and I was a real thing in the middle of the zoo. I felt I was breaking up with all this misery for my own damn sake. Then the thinking and the braining reapeared : I have been good to you and bad and happy and smiley and had the party mood.. mmm well.. sometimes I cried and hit as an important part of my humanistic ritual cliches.

Its time to turn the long play and keep on listening to old and new tunes....

aushalten

yes or no?...