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sHe said it as it’s common sense logic street-known  in strong belief she said that life is only a testin’ re_written by choices  of right or by wrong  good or bad  ‘in act one become  simple standpoint in 1 or 2   balance in a nut win or lose  ,choose .be o’good do right by you  no fool onboard are you feeding your soouul? or are you livin’ in sinn  on a run  ya choice s_ good  or bad   .she said it in a simple tune simple ..philosophy and she live it, with good choices, n’a purpose to give to help to do it in_love  to help and save some:one any or just one_ person to smile smiled smile real vibe  like what else. what else are we suppose to do  she said without words just gaze and she’s right she’s right on point  pure kind strong n’ wise  a rare mix of qualities that don’t usually fit but she’s it  she manage to act by heart  to bless and cherish her chance of form when flu_outpoll  pack of wolfs  rage of storm  she stay calm in lesson in growth in know knows as a’one way  that she’s here to love to give and glow   inform unforced her truth and road to walk  and when she talks I’m silent  in listening  because she talks in beliefe confident  in’believe that love concurs hate  she does  in this mad zOO PS2 game_space  chasin’ papers to be  instinct on sale of soul out-sold point in coins direction gold   somehow off_line soul quality one:  on_stack stack of gold lined_up perform talkshow_ show-off  collect command monkeyminded lead_band ego_beavers superstitious_ficial radio_streamer´industrial capitalistic paradistic shit_show slot  she just does  at the end of the day she said  all is good  I’m in lo ve

First week back in the office chair ongoing and it feels right, finally I feel right in choice, in tune, in right direction, wherever that is it’s right by vibe it’s somewhere good, and it’s been long a long time going since being on this feeling, on a road since a’ feeling at home, upfront. My home. I’m here. In the opposite direction of Dylan’s Rolling Stone. Where I was back then  on’a chasing a home a’ free and unknown from the violet_red couch in the south of the hallway ‘abandoned school couch where Dylan’s song first played on and on it went. But that was then and now i’m here. Still a complete unknown, in a temporary home, and my shoes are still dirty  covered in wet sand  reflection of falls and steps off ground  off lane, but now I see at least I feel my feet on lane land on’a visible line of rope to climb above rocks and hills on’a endless road of height for all that is known  through raging storms and raindrops fall falling in growth rise above   through the sky the sky ball surface topped yet the hill  points up and you climb keeps on climbing feel the sun light bright white strike a swap of air change of gear  as the sun is reached in spin n waves heat waving you further within the field source  of peeling the skin’s transforming a’new begin in’a cleaning dust n dirt from boots on feet both feet cause they’re still on a’go up in height to the top it goes on’ a mission a known road ongoing. Tell me how does it feel. How does it feel, he asked in a rhythm a song world known. And that’s about it, my feeling should be stated somewhere above, somewhere between the storm n sky surface where the sunlight was shown. I’m swaying bending pretending too  being hooked on rhymes still linking words on free mind,  on screen or in sinn words on spins free play and the sentence unknown til it ends til a new one is on cause i’m off on silent mode and the words in writing are off author to prove it truth but it’s true if truth’s to be told that words written down comes from previous thoughts true or false blues or own tune  free in choice of song  radio ruler or in mind lockdown in a auto groove fleeting. truly let’s speak in true notes cause we are  choices logically reflecting on the forming of choices  made from daylights hour til night takes over and yOu you magnificent maker creator artist of life as we know it we know right as the ruler of planet that we the human man of land designers re-designed the map of earth from nature til Now first made in mind by spinning a thought  fundamentally out of love or intentionally forced to destroy    yes you you are put in the planet of Earth and sea without horizons to build as tall as mindful reach in drawing shapely reforming   in making a making created in a pack of thought backed by choosing a choice of action made as first in bright hour play awakening  pricing landmarks to own borders my land yours  made in mind one mind maybe more created the lands  the roads buildings the low the tall and tons of torn n towns n homes every bricks made to build from a thought that’s out thrown  from a tune in sinn a vinyl in spin til a radio station blowing waves in high motion  and the list goes on and on and unlike man’s timeline it goes on so lets cut it here —— — and get straight to the point  which goes back to a simple single thought  which is just a thought in a space to clock where time goes on  or it’s a tool of creation  you chose  your truth  in 3D or 2  in thinking a thought on screen black or white  as a magic pencil with unlimited lines  in a paint of dreaming brush on a painting re-making  design of free will heart beats on perform and the colors on roll to shapes n forms  visible for eye ball yes you see it and you feel it and you feel its real life screening   power of thoughts, point be told true or foolish  mode autopilot or eye balls opened captain onboard  slave or ruler  awaiting or do-er  already written down cause every thoughts are present in past  past all you’ve been told all that man thought to build and into the time ahead the future that’s being build and made now in the screen black or white the display  chose it rough wildest tune put on some love n’ create it pure  in truth soul unfold into a fool of tool forgotten rule out ruling   a thought in love or a thought to destroy    yes you you are put in the making  first bright hour choice      aware control in tune with  truth is  the sun is not reached but   .  Slowing down. A long time going since being on the run, Since my tower fell down

 

 
 

 
 
 
 

I’m here, back on the island, the land, the little rock whom once upon a time reached the top of the ocean bursted above the surface face’ upon and over the waves wild long and high like the tall tallest mountain in the west of oll’ norway. Above heights as tall high higher then fear of fall watch the little rock decidedly grow from bottom rock pocket sized small til a forest of palms in a land of it’s own own choices own dreams own terms oñ how to reach be in own desire to know take demand ownership of the time on hand time given time taken to own n’ rule chase of beat boomblasters beat beating frequently seekin secretly dreamin daybeing on another top high peke achieving achievement when the top is topped by being in time in now in knowing each thought has a frequent every word formed in tone high pitched or told in low downsounded note every word is painted in print solid ink on the white paged old sinn with lists of notes from a time before written to play in the time that’s now presently shaping previous thoughts on spin unless the pen is moving by a choice to re-write acts of doing in awareness that each move of act of action of doing is already listed played stored to float floatin flout live record on auto sailing past mindless state of mindfully being lusciously fluid dreamy feelin eyes slippin black screening green_lands as far as the mind outreach with wild horses tamed n’ dogs on free play and the dj is a bird with wings unfolded in high pitched performance on record in’a sound without frames nor walls in’a beat sweet melody in a power of charge change changed soundfully shift course while playinn swayin slaying movements till the beat blast a frequent of freakingly listens to a pitcb unevolved. Above sound all goods beasty mindchanging songs proving mans madness that we’re here on show on play n love evolve in sound n’ the bad tunes too made in under law 24 hours deadline tic tok get it done intention in making creation of sound for the wallets thicker growth badly made mostly stolen sound of someone known with a song on top since 08′ til now it spins still wins gold in big screamin headlines to fill the space of page chance to inform and to teach pass knowledge tips of finding own to own the soul through time unknown unknown is all knowingly known until a choice after deciding when knowing your own freely given books white undone to fill with words stuck on run running and colours from all that has shown. design how its drawn and im to own up all pages all colourless shitsites without uplifting words of quote rather repeatedly listed the simplest lists of acts to take re-do but im more glad when flippin pages ahead it somehow brought me here to now to speed of time and to move along move with time on time on being precise or before but only in mind im first to show on’a waiting line for the sound of clock somewhere glued on a wall the tics and the tocs getting louder closer once awaken ticking mind stuck on it’s sound round n round and out of memory geographical yet forgot the sound of waiting waiting for time to reach me while standing on the front line empowered with disiplin as being all i know without lists to do but with a mind to act of action with a club to break smash what stands in the way of will watch me get it turn into a do-er from early Monday mornin til whenever i feel tasks complete and til joy in producing knocks on my ego selfie freely n the ego opens up saying fuck yeas lets get it on on turning on disiplin by forcing it back in til it’s on time every time hustled grown taller sharper mind on goals from dreams full on belief in own self as producer in making dreams turn real reality on show red lights and the set it roolls in teaching tips and tricks gained by living living freely in a chase n catch of rising in my own track spirit clothing speeding finished . Brb in working soundin to be being around capslook replay played by every radio station t rocks since 2008 adore in the one system that talks in truth to evolve soundsystem n soundsnappin soul soal flows in the up n’down demanded in command in a shouting sharply bass jam play down low under boots high pitchely listens in rhythm hits a frequent unheard drum peak peace drops || drops out of mind of all that is taught every thoughs inner notebook even and body borderline and into a liquidity liquidity sign of body freakishly jumping generations evolved listens from green to yellow with a power still floating on fully still as lessons as high songbird a playful songbird served unheard mastery mistro birds in synk an orchestra of nature mother melaconicly settle til the air turns green pure fresh healthily breathing plays on birds run freely on screen nature points powerpoint seeing achieved tunes in win snap into the sinn the now the here the glans of lists who to were saving eye gaze til price’s on a win power minding belief system’s win or loss float the skin your own self receives life as a page and a pen in your hand written choices on a line choices in now are on display re written are written and free to be courageously dream to be free choice on’a map belief reach on believing a line reaching own beliefe owning the time’s borrowed and you’re topic metaphorically topped the mountain goal believe in the little stone had a simple now after all now is all we know reach and climb the to build rise and make in’ knowing now ‘being in a time wide open and as free as the imagine can reach this time is all there is to know to own to own earn in now the strenght from a stone pocket sized on the bottom of the ocean rais to stand tall the little rock into the wind the air it shaped build turned appeared into a land with tree palms of plants n’a spirit wide open for change or for chance a place to live a home for all for all whose wished to grow tall in joy placed in the middle of Mediterranean’s wide_green ocean n became a land island where freedom is air free from commands wild green unlike any lands of thousands island a home a where time seems to speed faster then anywhere else, yet it’s as we skipped the past 100 years of time, being in 1921, architecture wise, structured, the beige sandy cowboy colour reflecting on every buildings still standing strong since the first brick were places x amount of years ago, religious touch, angels made of stones everywhere you go, and when you do go you step right into the feeling of being in an western wild wild_west movie from the 20’s, but without horses and the dramatic layer of clothing. Perhaps with a modern twist as there are cars in all shapes n size wherever the eyes lay there will be a car either driving or stuck in traffic, honking madly on every corner as the solution the one strategy of not colliding, no signs or well one sign and the sign states “don’t drink and drive!”, yet it’s not unusual to bring the car to the bar and to wherever it takes you afterwards on this land. And the land is small, tiny invisible on the map, to be zoomed multiple times for a black dott to occur, somewhere between Greek and Africa, with Sicilly as the neighbour nextdoor the closest yet offshore too far to row, or for the eye to see the view to reach anything but miles of sea wild and green miles upon miles of ocean ahead wherever you twist or turn your hat on land lane island somewhere unknown before the wifi signal. a stone a mountain made of stones one stone stranded on it’s own deep far free n bold in solo all alone n away far in lenght and decades from boarders n land another land with walls of sand stone bond in sound none around no pack of stones to be found yet it stands tall in strength and height on solid ground grounded from far down low below down under our age in time above what we know we know the depth deepest end the very bottom of ocean but further down low knows only the stone standing still in movement from rooting a road folded trees and joint to growing into an endless age of older bolder wiser too by times told and lived untold to come unborn yet we’re here somewhere through the depth of the ocean through wild waves in motion and all blue wicked creatures in-between the heighten it reaches the surface face of sun above sharing joy in a heatwave free and on replay shining over the sealine on a shape building lifeform of the stone what its all about this massive rock reaching surface a’heatin continually speeding meters above even mountain with rocks one massive rock of stone formed into the smallest town land home island where the sun is shining places where it spins where plant green trees grow dry til spring puts joy in sinn changing course colour and size of wings 2 days on foot around the land island as attempt there is and for all these cars there is only one sign on the roads to and churches, when stepping on the land, street, im truely convinced, untill it’s as we’re 100 years back in time the buildings i’m convinced. where reality reaches past dreams and

 

Words incoming with intention to clean my road. No, clean my mind so that I know which road to step roll to go w/intention_ to reassure-in earning  insurance  so when old n bold  i know how to score a goal n win the league preparation consume lets just get straight into it  list up my goals and do it put it on web on:line maybe somehow someone gets the rhymes reflects on their mind goals n write it down low  PUT it on a paper and the pressure is on  in’ weather_ brainstorm   list of goals on a time_line from now       til’ old bold   as long as it goes .   oh wEEELL my perspective on time is small as a nut viewin future as tomorrow mornin   as to why these words are here  to become on command a true ruler of inner land.  so  Yesterday ,on:line off duty  free to be  bossman on silent mode yet a book in my bag in my hand with work to get done to do  un-do re:do endless and foolish _1573 GB thoughts on free spin’in mind  62 hours in writing it down. down in the office chair down low i sat and wondered  what for  e  why do n where to what whats the point when the-destination’s un_thought PIck up your phone  brain cell is callin sayin youre dumb monkey mind   sitting there office chair  in’a waiting line  on a waitin’ for a change in mind a’will a’why a’changin perspective of time a’act action attend.  lesson told  summed in a simple quote saying  ‘DO NOT wait for motivation to find to call you on board, you have to go after it with a club!” boom! feels. groove in truth understanding of rules                       so A thought came to mind, like a tongue stuck on ice  attached til this dawn   cause I saw it, a visual thought a daydream a goal and not til tomorrow but til the time when im old a place a home a ground to re_own. Settlement. I want to write it, my though of goal, so that I know which steps to go go on.

2050. I live on the land, where sun is shining and the trees are strong grown happy and all around, round a house by the sea, a simple space with a sense of free. A dog, 3 dogs, at least 2, and I work from home because i’m an artist still then, rich in production creation in play with passion n power and content to solve inform lessons by globe  learned to share improve and joy. do care. Build a garden plant a tree plant a seed of who to be . Grow tomatoes, garlic too, own your choices respect your own   know your body it’s all you’ll ever really own your home OWn your body rule it madly  captain boss maestro sergeant be them all make it strong sources of nutrition- you know it the rhythm  served by nature mother nature because health is quality and quality’s first, instinct re:learn e do  in tune with own body mind values and goals.´in awareness too that you are me and I am you    ,switch of groove_ but it’s true, our equal uniqueness our being in time same line timeline  passing by  in a blink of an eye in perspective of time time’s been around  we’re born and we go   in different shoes but same feet same construction or ingredients or what to say we’re made of the same  we might be one one in’ all  as lights on a tree if one stumble all falls  we might be a cell 7  bbillion who can tell  n the earth’s a heart  or a living creature amongst the stars  but who am i to tell who you are you are who you want to be  and i’m going off_line  to do something useful  i shouldn’t have colored my hair red  i blame led zeppelin but who cares  in the mindset mindful of life of existence hair becomes cells that’s done   no_one cares as much as you do about your own soul in sound n groove nd’ whatcha do  when storage in mind is limited full like a phone GB_storage untold  who why and where where from_ all on our own so so very your own my own like we’re all on our own  a house has many bricks of stones  individually we’re a brick and bricks aint shits solo  when there’s a table to gather around to speak on our equal  same shit different levels and for a stone to become to grow we must grow along with intention love n believe in love powr.  no traps  land boarders  nor war book of law no sales untrue nor fighting off lane  when you can look in his eyes her eyes and see yourself  and to be ,   one by all one day and we’ll live in harmony like Avatar ,the movie. Amazing creation, amazing imagination and why not when our instinct is love .fkin hell 7am  POppin  out of mind ramble back to life because im an adult and have things to do

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