How horrific things can be created in the womb of factories. Mindless machines processing those fine elements adding the poisonous touch to everything contacted. Unprocessable for human beings. Thats it.

The move-on is in terminal phase. In two sense. On surface and in the mine too. Is the storm coming or can the ship be harboured?

And which is better?

Ship drawn anchor, set sail to another land. Just passing some time on deep water. It may prove a good time, having good ways of communications with the outside world, but still it's hoped to be a short period cutting those waves.

In the shipyard spent long time waiting for all the little things to be put aboard. Reorganization happened, nice layout was defined in the upper space.

Time for celebration as every beginning gives opportunity to it.

After passion and fruits,
go to the mine and pick up the broking axe.
Moving on to the roots,
taking steps to a place of greater hacks?

Ok, I will stop.

Aussies, keep your enlightened spinning darkness out of my way. ;)

Even better? Yet balls to roll today on green.

Romantic yesterday in forward spinned enlightened darkness.

Slow, creepy, deep scheisse. Fallen to pieces. Glass on the ground. Oh my God. Shit.

Movie.

Sign your sign.

Done with all.
Leave me alone.







"Now you are a killer of white man."

Rolling on, four bucks of time should still be paid for me! Yeah. In little time dozener of time I will be. Floating into the agua.

The icy, funny funeral time has come. 24 hours+. Massively, smelly. Not of the nice flowers. These are rotten fruits. Must smash them.

I am getting relaxed, taking my own advice. Hope you will do the same. Just listen to my last time story. Getting better all the tempo.

The Sunrise came and the Sun is on the sky again. Blue box runs under getting close to the focal point of the mine. You will pull the hammer again.

Nervousness rises. The caller shuts the phone and you are left with a question: why? He must be really close to his work.

In the night, in the other world striken by the big They, very aggressively in a dark corner of the mine. Brutal. I must laugh at what happens here and now, in reality. No reason to get nervous. Really.

Calm yourself, relax.

So the story? It will begin soon. Great battle for Victory and Continuosness.

Ahoj!
Back. Surprise time over, still it is coming again. A semestre of surprises is what engulfes me.

Lived high times in last month uncountable memories lay pending on the surface of this big box. La Dolce Vita, vystup. It couldnt pass without great decision, luckily.

A brand new style ahead. Will count you the tale, if you listen. The big They flows out and in again changing its form to a virgin one. Cant wait to meet lurking new destinies.