my batteries are dead.

it was only last week

when then looked so vivant,

so full of energy.

And just like that,

the meaning of their exsistence

faded away.

If i had only knew,

the time i had left

just maybe,

i might have done thigs differently.

But now they are dead

and all is over

except the sorrow and regrets,

they are the only ones that find new life.

My batteries are dead,

i feel so sad.

if only,

they were rechargeable.

1. You need a bed
2. You obviously need to make it, otherwise this section wouldn’t be called ‘making your bed’
3. Make your bed!
4. And oh, don’t forget the sheets, they go on top of the bed
5. Good luck!

- Neil, did you make your bed?

- No mum, i bought it!

like noone does

it makes you part of them

like i

am.

Like mozart in vacuum

undefined.

So sadly

everyday

someone else.

Funny that i want to.

But closer to the truth

is

you

and them who scare me into this.

you make me do this

everyday.

Because you never showed.

Where are you

today?

Tomorrow?

And will you be here on time

to know

me

like you are

when we laugh togeter in the park.

Don’t you know

me

and why i’m waiting

for you?

Pick up the pace.

I want to go.

I want you to go

and come

to leave again

together.

before i am

uncompletely

an other them

everyday.

Fly away.

See you soon.

more like 99 words for: I NEED TO STOP BROWSING THE INTERNET FOR FUNNY MOVIES AND START LEARNING FOR MY EXAMNS.

But hey, i love them …

it’s not an obsession at all.

There was this guy

who didn’t care

much

for the world

and their ways of self-destruction.

So he bought himself a corkscrew

and drove it in his brain.

He then climbed it

like a revoling stairway into his mind.

Now he’s a builder

of worlds

in the complex structure of his fantasy.

With passing time his eyes go gleamy

and he doesn’t care

much

for the pills

that make him drool.

Cuz in there,

he’s having fun,

endlessly.

The white-coats say

he’s out of his mind.

They got it all wrong.

They don’t know

what he’s doing

nor appreciate the complexness of his art.

They are so totally…

in that box.

Like the lines of a square

that is floating into space,

are the borders that claim to limit

the paradoxale concept of reality.

He has crossed them all

and they don’t know

yea but they can guess

what it’s experience feels like.

For him

it’s like a never-ending mentale orgasme

that is never ending with no end.

 Like finally being able

to truely be alligned

with the concept of the self.

At the level of zero attachment

which he,

as an ultimate escapist

theoretically should be able to reach.

But i think he’s kind of a hypocrite

cuz he told me once

that he will always like them burgers

and i don’t think he lied.

Maybe i should tell him

that the space floating around the square,

it’s connected through a portal

with his ever degenerating flesh.

And that the reclycling flow of matter

proves that he isn’t being very realistic.

They have given it a name

dualisme something someting

cosmic contradicting balance

so you can pretend that you can wrap your mind around it.

but it’s not really working.

Maybe we shouldn’t tell him at all

cuz none of us have actually been there

maybe he’s closer to it then us all.

Let’s just let him go

and watch him drool

while we have another burger.

Do you mind?

Cuz i do

mind,

and like to

re-mind

you

to mind too.

And see if they care

or mind

to mind there own business

which isn’t bad at all

and might just be

totally Zen

and cultivate

that paradoxale world

leading to

enlightment

and a higher form of

self-awareness.