Are you in good hands?

I can’t say No, some times, it’s impossible to say No. It looks like nobody want to listen to your No. You could still say No, No to that nonsense; No to that evil; No in you vote; No to election of same shit on different pile, but who’s listening to? You see, every body is busy, busy with some other “No” like: No I can’t do that. No it is against my Principe. No it will damage my ಪ್ರಾಫಿಟ್

don’t think so. forget it ! shot up You, you are here to feed the unemployment fees and my Retirement Treasure nothing else, enjoy your day as long you can dud, which I personally prefer and recommend (just imagine, you cold be under rain of bombs in Beirut or some where in G Bay alive or desist). Well, you see they tell you No and that’s the only way, this way or they’ll label you in some sort of impossible, incorruptible, terrorist, lower level, Mongolic, black, borne, dark, gray, Gypsy, canon food, burning good, handicap, retarded, get rid of hem, stomach-ache, stopped……. did you find your label or should I continue? Other Example, asking you: what is your gender are you a man or a Woman, how old are you are you still good for some ticky taky, you know what I mean, well next question is,…..let me think. Oh ye, are you a user?, I mean, do you use every morning some legally easy to buy drugs like Tylenol ore Advil, to get ride of some unpleasant sensation occurring in varying degrees of severity as a consequence of last night smash, like every Morning. Are you a user or a looser, will be next question, I mean could you pay the damage or do you need to be refinanced? Are you in good hands?

By Damon

relaxed it’s Fed ex

Some times, I think it is late to drink a coffee and enjoy the taste, or the moment of getting surrounded with aroma. It is not only the coffee alone, but the atmosphere, relaxed it’s Fed ex By damon

Remembrance

I am the terrified child Longing for the comfort of my father’s soft hand. The tears rolled down my once rosy cheeks as he left to fill a filthy trench. The pain and sorrow in my heart would never heal. The day he left I would never forget. The day he left I felt sadness. The day he left I knew he wouldn’t come back. I am terrified child awaking in the dark, cold night screaming his name knowing he’s not here any more. By Mandy

Let them think

Let them think- they have won

Let them think- they du have profit from.

Let them pile interest on interest in their treasure.

Just let them

“Those who follow them, are wolfs in the sheep clothes Sheppard knows”

By Damon

I hear them

I hear them, at least I hear the noises of hoofs their horses, they’re coming in battalion in cavalry in millions, they’re illegal, aliens. They get us they take us they unclothe us they wash us they make us they cloth us they replace us, pretty soon they’re aliens. By Damon

I love Saturday so much I could eat them

I love Saturdays more then Mondays. Absolutely, so untouchable are the Saturdays in compare with Mondays. Any time at Mondays I am happy to see again next Saturdays, but in another hand, I’m so sad and miss past Saturdays. Any past Saturday had bin left an icon open since genesis to be not answered and be for ever unanswered. I love Saturdays so much I could eat them all. By Damon. to Alan, a friend I never know

Don’t

Don’t judge me before you know me, don’t. Don’t think with your eyes, don’t. Don’t let your ears whisper your minds.

Don’t Be smarter then kloegscheisser then you are don’t. Ye, sucker ye, goody, goody dude ye. Judge not, that ye be not judged, still not-dude.

By Damon