Survival of the wittiest
I don't fit your purpose
My wont wants release
My rage refuses to cease
Eternal wrath I arose

Revenge of the silliest
I enjoy making no sense
I feel instead of thinking
Your mad machine is leaking
Your past is surely tense

The path of the dizziest
Realms of forgotten lore
Beyond and above real
Broken is the sevenh seal
Crown to the sacred whore

The crumbling of the richest
You will pay for what you got
Suffer for that you inflicted
History as how you depicted
Shall hang from your own knot

The Holy Ghost flows
Through each one of us
Life on Earth has its blows
Drawbacks, highs and lows
Though lacks not meaning
So I will stick to dreaming
And patterns interweaving
Of Joy and Hope and Faith

You can join for free
And struggle with me
Against Powers-that-be
Which are, obviously,
Crumbling at any moment
Wicked structure
Powerless if faced
By Force Majeure

OF LOVE

[Free Myanmar!!!]

All Aboard !!!

James Brown, Bergman, Antonioni, Pavaotti, Piccolo Diabolo!!!
Grazzi Benigni... Grazzi Tutti...
Don't look at me, I didn't do anything wrong!
Did I?

I did not hack any system, I was just, you know, fooling around.

When it was done, oops, it was too late!

Go on, celebrate 07/09 as, let me see,

New Age Day?

Just Another Monkey

Born in 1980, bound to be a monkey to be bound.

Merry, I go round. And if something have I found, was a thread very wound.

I look and look at it. What kind of knot can this one be?

Can I just cut it with a sword? But no steel I bear in hand!

Can I burn it to ashes? Or would I just burn myself?

Can I try to find my way out, following one end, until the end? But which of them?

Could it be that now Man is Bull and Bull is Man?

Can it be that Gods are crazy, or is it me?

I think I will tie myself to the thread, let it lead me.

What more holds the future for this monkey?

If I am caught in a net and bound, let the hunter decide.

I could have a role in his Circus.

Klein Kaluza Konspiracy?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaluza%E2%80%93Klein_theory

Five dimensions, five fingers, five suns
Pentagon, pentium, pentatonic
Pentecost, pentateuch

High Five, the Red Left Hand,
The Army of the Crimson King.

When two hands meet, we have Ten.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Why_10_dimensions%3F

Give Chance some Peace

Luck`s for loosers
Real People work hard
Build not Castles of Dust
Build Character we must

Kill not for gold or ivory
Seek worth, not wealth
The Grim Reaper`s stealth
And End may come gory


Sacrifice not your health
Praise not greed deity
Value joy of living daily
Play for food, feed brethren
Flick your flock, flip the top
Burn your sorrow, no tomorrow
Merry marrow up your spine
Don`t sleep among the swine
For all Thou call`st thine
Has come from the Sun Shine

The treasure is not hidden
It rests inside your Heart
And Mind and Soul weaving
The Fabric of your own Part
In the Cosmic Play Alive
And don`t soil the stage
Reach for Roots Under
We are but a Thinking Clay.

Let Those Laugh That Win

William Mapepeace Thackery wrote Barry Lyndon, a novel about a social climber who defies power with innocence... is cheated and robbed... but finally gets admitted into the royal circles.

Well, his doom was a quarrell with his step-son, a real blue blood.

Stanley Kubrick made a wonderful movie out of it.

Well, life is not a game of chance, people. Don't think you are what you are because you're unlucky. Grab the Bull by the Horns, take heed of you path. Trust yourself. Maybe it's written and inescapable, but you have your share of responsability. For yourself, for your neighbour, for all human beings and animals, and for Mother Earth of course.

Kill your father, which is this wicked structure, already in its débacle, crumbling down...
Make love to your mother, don't simply rape her like we've been doing.

Find the Original Eros, build the Paradise Found wherever you are. Inside you.