Care, care - buba mare; Do I care

This post is a post no. 87 and it has to be a No.1 Hit, because after so many times I know how to make a hit...

I kissed so many women, even the number is unknown...
The remember is all my life,
but what should we do when every woman wants me,
the forbidden fruit is always the sweetest.
And if I ever kiss again it will be you.
It will be you, you, you
and you and you and you and you and you and you you you and you over there...

My heart is bleeding, my neighbor has a boyfriend. The jazz is blowing a jazzy melody, what s happen people, you want one more hit, but not only Rambo Amadeus, I am tired too.!I

Yes I am!

Don t make philosophy Dzeno, do some hits, the people have enough of your philosophy, make a song that will flow over the screens...to make the people happy and funny and in this song fuck off with explaining how small the revenue is, that the love hurts it has to be more appearance than substance; It's more illusion than reality.

Tonight Dzenan is not in the best mood!

Liver "adio mio mare" and cheers one more time! *Scoul

Rank town close his basements, fetidly town close his streets, the wind will passed by, "Longhairstreet-sentinels" place their asses near the ground, oh com n touch the ground, the balls get dusty on the street and the converse well-worn shoes have to survive one night more, but what for? putrefaction, also known as sepsis or rottenness but in this case is corruption much better in the raunchy town, full of aristocrates vampires, but who cares, the "Longhairstreet-sentinels" lives because the rank town open his speakeasy the cheapest tavern in this corner of the holly world, for people like us, than yucky is our trip and the ceremony is shy to begin, we could get higher, but we will end in our own desire, we could not get higher, I said it you, but I am just a lier, a skunk target seeking, who try to do slam-dunk into your milkiness, a spy of love, a bastard, just a man, maybe the real one, maybe the only one, in this rank town.

Ha ha, com n baby
take a trip with me,
try it,
take a risk with me,
try it...

What you can lose is maybe your life, but what you will shore lose is your maidenliness better known as virginity.. So com n baby take the ride with me, let s ride the wind, the fucking Mistral, let s do it, I have to do it one more time and it s you I have choose, I don t have anything to lose, because it s me against the world, like Boney and Clyde, just you and I in this rotted place...

*in memorie of Branimir Stulic Johnny, who lives still somewhere in NL - Go Johnny! GO!!!

85s post - this is the end?

My eyes have seen you, with vine in da heands, with lemon inside, the fog hase come over me, the dark is outside, me..I am in! Is everybody else in? Is everybody in?!!!

Why should I ride the snake? Why should I believe that she is seven miles long, The 7th mile doesn’t even exist here in Europe. ..but still

is this the end, beautiful friend?
is this the end, my only friend?
All peoples gone!
Am I the only one?
The one who says forever,
Will someone remember me...

Probably never! The desert in our mind is calling for freedom, is calling for freedom, is calling, is screaming, is such crying and the soul is dieing. Endless sleep will follow, before it happens we have to change the world. It is fucking easier than to change ourselves. The puppets in this world, this cold world, this world of ice, no we don’t need a new ice-age, we are already in! we are already in, we are... fuck we are such slaves and marionettes, work, pay the bills, eat, sleep, work, pay the bills, eat, sleep, and this until the end of time. So why should I ride the snake, why should I swim in the lake of hopeless death, like A creature, alive but unborn, shifting in a sea of amniotic fluid, surrounded by white, protective substance known as vernix caseosa or it could be the light of love? Could it be? Probably not for me.

This is the end
my slave and friend...
And than I put his boots on
I took a face from the ancient gallery
And than I walked on down the hall
I open the door and took out my bottle of Jaegermeister

And than I wrote this, I wrote just more, but I am still thinking that there is nobody reading this. So the mark on delet”ation” is on and without reasons why I should continued blogging the blog will be deleted on the 23rd December (at least).

The wizard from Avignon

23:20h, 01.11.2006, after 2 months and 23 days I am in! So I don’t know if it’s the alcohol specking throw me or myself, but the first thing is I know that Everybody would loves my baby, if I would have one! What I don’t; why? When I saw last time one girl walking down the street, I just jump in front I said:"Hello, I love you. Won’t you tell me your name?"...What`s happened?, You have to be famous that it can work. Am I an artist? A liar, one who explain you the reality whitout understanding it by himself? I could say:" Took my love...", but I am not a famous artist..ARTIST!!!! I let you fucking me if you know what I am talking about. Sitting here like Martin said Somewhere in da europe n elswhere, in Avignon the town of wind, around me so nice people, but it’s scared, they are or am I blind I can’t see the mask...NO, they are, ...normally People are strange when you're a stranger, but here the People are nice when you are a stranger??Do I have to understand it? Like a clown, behind his mask from the ancient gallery, like the color green, mixed by blue and yellow..Do you see me? DO YOU SEE ME?? DO YOU? 23:40, 01.11 the same stupid year,. In the last 2 weeks I wrote more poetry than in my life before, Should I put it on my poetry blog? But on my poetry blog there is mostly poems about love, CUT / After 2 months and 23 days startin at 11 am. with 2x 0,4 36% of JAEGERMEISTER - followed by 0,7 Bottle - probably toooo much, but do anyone read this? My bog’s full of comments, but they belongs to the photos and small talk. I am tight how many comments I will have from this post. I am thinking about to delete my blog or to make such a moblog or photoblog without words. These fucking words, nobody read them? Do someone??? So make me feel alright and comment it! Fucking slaves...I am to stupid to find a girl, some other female human wretch witch loves me..the great ARTIST, poem, moneymaschine roll on, but where is the love. the LOVE bellows to the DOORs of the universe, the stars fall down the sky this night baby, just for you and I and the whole world is sucking my dick, for what...?A Picasso, van Gogh feeling - Time’s passing by, what’s behind? The past. Oh no! Behind is that what’s gone, the past we remember, the moments that are gone not. Arrows brake down the sky, just for You and I... Just for this moment. I should delete my blog. Is anybody there outside reading this shit I am writing..?Half drunk, clear mind - drugs? probably not tonight, baby. Not tonight...Television is killing the freedom of opinion, the war is over, but baby the war will never end - there is this little program in our heads - the matrix we have made for us, to make such shit like me and the other artist or the war - killing people, death, rape and hate, hate, hate...is anybody in???DO someone read this? If there will be one - I bet on Martin! And maybe Lisa, but I am not sure - this is to much, to much swearwords, to not to French sentences, but sorry i am also not! When the music`s over, baby I have to turn off my computer, to write one poem more and...here is the fucking poem, damn -

Music and Alcohol
* * *
The day’s over, until the end,
if music is your only frend,
there must be something wrong.

Sitting in front of the big screen,
I can cancel my subscription to the resurrection
But what does it mean???

I can’t play guitar, I can’t sing,
Like a marionette I feel the string,
I hear the Alcohol.

The water is whisfull over me,
the human female must she be,
the perfect one...

To cut me strings, to set me free,
I will kill the sky..
Baby, just for You and me!

Lost and fuckin` slaves of the humans race!