If you feel that ... You are like a bow that gets strained each time after release. This force that makes your back bend is which you must tame to serve you. So that you can aim your own ziel. You should take yourself in your newly created hand and use that bow and arrow. But don't forget, your shots are limited. That's what gives sense to your shots. Or is it that thought of your limits that you think that you have to shot. What should this energy be used for... good question...? And so on.

Fanaticism or just really much time created by the time-vacuum of industrial revolution. Or deep hatred from the core? Lust for power? Some people do it over clearly here and there. Okay, that's their business.

Broken hopes for the little white fellow. In the darkness he dwells in dumpness like a mill as it is, and is already well wounded now nearing inevitably his pains. In the church he met his fate, the place which will mean so much. In due time. Owner's favourite expression recently to tell the truth.

Driven by Drivel. Don't think it's gonna be a long lived thing. Just be sure to be up 2 date with new technologies as it might prove useful on the long run. If you are left behind, it's neither a problem. Yep, again.

Like little ants crawling on the surface and in the little caves of their brown hive moves the creepy itchiness to do things in your life ASAP. Cave-in may threaten you if you do not attend to this situation. You cannot kill them, but rather you should take care of your hive.

Concentrate and relax at the same time. Your innermost part must flow out and back. It may serve you better than any other quest you may embarque upon in your selfmade irreality.

Now that's meaningful!?

Today is the day for getting aggressive on loans. The old big They / arrived to its payday. For the contrast, at the calm saint neighbourhood things pass like they should. Not in all sense, but the little folks inside feel like it may even turn out right. Lively green turns to sleepy brown. Slowly, more slowly than usual maybe, at least thats how they feel. Feel lucky if you even have an eye for that in times when you don't even know if you will see whats in the middle distance. Of course it is annoying if you cannot slip over it. Don't be fooled, its grip is heavy on the long term too.

The ball may not know it was thrown. It just sees the consequences lying in his flight. Try to think about the hit what made you flying. Were there a hit at all and if not so are you flying at all?

Ouch, that hurts. Try getting over the hurt of that all.

Just try once after one chili flavoured nighttime an exciting experience tends to be well accepted. Don't refuse. It will soften your dreams like wool by Perv'oll. People got their tongue running, small details revieled. The Crowny slipped down-throat. You felt it, you found it good and in some way useful, at least a bit. Cracking through the darkness to get to where you want to belong at last. Between those elevations.

Lion lord on a lighweight choclete pile. Supreme quality dinner makes your stomach heavy as your head desperately wantin' to fall down on a pillow. Small man making you smile. At least religous vigour falls upon him. Who knows what does that mean? He will, let's hope.

Rapid dog getting rounded up. Cute. Above him digitalized and mapped pieces of light spinning down for the curious public. Nice time, long time.

Before that simple times passed in good company. Five yers long time to wait for an instant necessity. Ex-mine mates from los Estados Unidos, never spoken to before. Big lot of people around makes you wondering about Friday's message. What it is?

If you got rabbit feet for breakfast you can run like hell. Especially if well paid, as me did.

Cool winds blow through the black box today to ease the pain of that spinning discos. Cough-cough no more, please, says the quick doctor. And It Is Done. Otherwise nervouseness could eat the brain up for the pricks/pigs who didnt give that passivity only mentally, but at least it is cheaper than thought... go up and down again through the heart of the Gigas City, hell!

Independence Day arrived for the little beloved communication channel. The army was and remains close to the mine now at least, and turned to be efficient fighting back the capitalist corpse. Not a native army of ONE man, but it did what it should mumbling strangely.

Fears maybe overthrown. Mutuality is the key now, no one was perfect, always stained by each other.
The lady, although, has sombre on herself causing pain in heart of both and body of sola. Hoping really.

Building the environment to support online life. Little pieces getting into place.

A new Era. New hopes and fears. Especially big problems attack from the back. Try to get face to face.

The fight begins, and tears will drop surely. The darkness enfolds, terror deepening.


The little dragon
is in trouble