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i screwed up in most delightful fashion

amazingly good

but probablyu bad, cc please don-t be mad,

i do not believe dfddlove have to husrt to be felt

this is just so sinfully lustfilthy good/bad

that

kind of love



then i jumped ten meters cliff straight down the dead fall

i had my eyes open even under the green streamy water

after half hours philosophy balancing on the cliff edge with my mind companion and sister, Liv

how it is not about letting the courage come out, but just to let freaky fear go

we lept out

i fell for quite a while

i thought i would hit water before i did

Then barbiequed little prins man made sausages with Mother

and her foreign aquintence, who said i spoke broken home language because of

strange setting of word and pronaunciation...

i said

no, i do not

under my teeeth i swore at her

fuck you

but Mother said also

no

i have ndfno need to feel foreign in the woods, by the waterfall, with my family

i keep thinking about the little ninjas

every time i need perspective

instead of the old man on the moon trick

(i now see them little ninjas coming through where perspective is needed)

even just for kick



on the train i wrote about wolf alice, who looked for her missing tail



it is interesting

whose tail really?

sometimes we look for things to miss

miss so bad

it becomes the main thought of task to period in life

period

over and out

i want a house like an Empire
.
with a cat of course
a large smooth but rude talking, smoking gambling cat with big black boots on, like the one in master and margerithe, but tiger stripey

then I had parties and entertain a lot
all friends are invited to my big Empire house
All fit!

siri&sixten (apt.2f 100 sutton street. n.y)

Siri&Sixten, Apartment 2F 100 Sutton St.


He's on the hunt, the hunt for love
He speeds for love, love's his race
He's loves the hunt, the hunt for love
He thinks a heart is a riddled maze
He wants love, love from all
He's all for love, so for love he call

Who do I love, who do I love
Who knows the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves to love?
Who do I love
Who loves the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves the love

She takes it slow, in her own pace
She don't in love, easily fall
She knows that love, love ain't no race
Though that certain love, the love of all
(She's)seen love confused in misplace
Still for love, for love she call

Who do I love, who do I love
Who knows the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves to love?
Who do I love
Who loves the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves the love

They live so close, so close to love
Never in love, in love they'll fall
They live so close, so close to love
He's on the hunt, the hunt for love
All for love, with love for all
They both want love, so for love they call

Who do I love, who do I love
Who knows the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves to love?
Who do I love
Who loves the love I've been dreaming of
Who loves the love

this beautiful picture, grassland
was sent to me from a number one


more space to the people..

tale of tails trail

Mother of misfits craves a new mate
she searches the woods
A male of a man
He needs to be mean
She is the strong kind
The black widow type, all men desire
He needs to be brave

She sits with laughter and cry
not waiting

She mates cause she´s hungry
A beauty of terror
She gave birth to me,
so I sing not to be
the same
Terror of beauty
(because she can & when knows what she wants)
She takes it all

The greed of hunger
The long for a mate
an equal to say;
cannot be found so close to shame

Mother of misfits give births quite often
then abruptly departs
With a real heart so salty and smoked
been laid in snow, lost then found

Sex of six or four kids from tricks

We are the misfits
that grows under ground
You'll see us perform & entertain for a while

We sit in silence
not waiting



part II



Goldplated gestures
I dance like a clown
When I think I will see you
I dress in a gown
For your fingers touch
to easy come closer

Black widows daughter
is now turning tricks
With funny wordings & swaying hips
Tongue black from lying
I lick like a cat

Neighbour don't leave me
When to feel to belong.
I thought to tell you
If too crazy for owl
then lets not get along

Fight off hands, sticky of drugs
diluted from cravings & visions not mine
My head's a fist where my mind is anchored
Ruthless behaviour
I spit in your face

To know the bastard
that grows in dark waters
We bade in tears
cried by big bad wolf

My finger's been burnt to make me sing loud
My back's been beaten to make me stand straight
My leg's been broken to make me walk proud

We are the misfits
that grows under ground
You'll see us perform
& entertain for a while

So sit in silence
not waiting

Time is a loud noice

-with tools of destruction all hidden behind
& so well kept inside

Sensitive Say-my-Name fell handless down grubby stairs
cringing every limb in pain
of a hit really not that hard
Bell me the love please
Lease my the love
Bell me love
Ring no please
when Sensitive Say-my-Name cries, she don´t look pretty
not pretty at all
It´s too much of a cry
They cannot take it
Lick tears rid of face, the taste not even salty

Brothers of five
the last one has big eyes and a leaping tongue
He does not have same talent as the olders
He make friends through others names
the names He knows,
Perhaps a little
But He is good,
He is a good cook of lies
the Meal is mixed with unknown distans and stories
Good stories

Now Sensitive you-know-who bades in compliments
She cannot get clean like that
Itchy mind with burned tips of finger
softly memorised linger round same chunk of words
To make happy feeling come and stay
Move rest in chest to peace of mind
Then freeze human kind so Sensitive-Say-my-Name may live without fear of hurt

Little brother sways in the sea of confidence
with no bath ring around his arms or legs,
His mama owns a pub
He loves Christmas
Mama of brothers of five make soup for the homeless
they might get ale too
Then they are lucky homeless
What does he make
Oh, He makes
But never without showing all around
He needs pats of appreciation
To know

Ms.Sensitive shortened her name not to be offensive to the verbally dyslexic people
No trouble please
She knows
She is all trouble
She bades in it
Bubbles of trouble
She can never be clean
No help needed
Never been
Always the never
Sensitive-Say-my-Name should go to bed and wake up with a smile
She knows

Brother of five should talk less
Then his words would come out with finesse
He knows

She knows it again
Plaster of knowledge comes in funny colours
Like neon Jesus
Perfect for burned tips of fingers gathered in pray

They joined the Party of Prays
Each one on their own
One for one
All for All
None for the Lone

Grubby stairs
Big eye ball boy stares
Look at girl fall down