abbiamo_un_buono_tempo fyn gula share the wine at my table, put on your shoes, any ones will do, chuckie tees, italian sandals, climb aboard this train to spain, we all want to have a good time. 010526 ... lu_cid well crabs never have a good time. everyone and everything just smells like them. that mustard stench of defeat. their twitching limbs. just nerves. yeah right. is spain on the coast??? let's go somewhere away from water, even fresh. let's go to the desert. 010526 ... fyn gula spain has endless miles of sea, but the desert has birdmad. 010526 ... lu_cid everything has something and everything has something that isn't having a good time. a piece of themselves that keeps everything in check, because it is not right to always have a good time. i once heard it said, "no one is ever actually happy, they just aren't miserable." 010526 ... fyn gula crabs are miserable. 010526 ... lu_cid sebastian wasn't completely. 010526 ... fyn gula true. sebastian had purpose. he had a job to do. he had friendship to give as he tried to keep out of the boiling water. 010526 ... lu_cid damn mermaids. you give them an inch and they'll swim all over you. fish and crabs and women, blah, blah. enough. i am cranky and ready to crawl or fly or fall anywhere as long as people are upsidedown and silent. like when i was little and spent all day pretending the ceiling was the floor. is that why drugs are addictive? have people forgotten how to be a child. forgotten how to pretend? is that why people hate work because they have forgotten that they use to do this all the time? 010526 ... fyn gula ponce de leon is my hero. he sought the fountain of youth and realized after years of searching it was a simple glass of water. the same one you drink you can throw in someone's face. 010526 ... lu_cid your own? a true hero knows when it is time to cool off his face even if it is with tears. 010526 ... fyn gula and a true hero knows that tears and the fluid of his mother's womb have the same element. 010526 ... ditto I've already been to the bloody dessert, I ran around like a fucking mad headless chicken. It was the first time in my life that I didn't want to be free. An of course the bloody car wheel exploded. Oh lets pretend were arabs 4 a day, lets go sight seeing, and ride a camel it's such great weather for it. 010526 ... lu_cid salt. you put salt on an italian sub and if it falls in a cut it burns and if it is sprinkled on a watercolor it makes nice patterns but it makes a mess at the same time. did jesus walk on the red sea, because i think its really thick with salt and that would help explain it. Jesus is a hero, right? salt is a rock. I love rock n roll. yeah!!! 010526 ... lu_cid headless chickens aren't free. I watched i'm a witness. I ate one, grilled. I hate chicken and I was only in the desert once and it was in a car and i was little and i remember cactus and dustballs, but I'm not sure if i just added them in to make the memory pretty like the memory of my first kiss I make it great because it was my first but in actuality it tasted like cigarettes and was a little sloppy and I probably got stubble burn, fuck where is this going? to the moon? is the moon made of cheese? if it was i'd buy stock in crackers. 010526 ... fyn gula let's ride camels on the moon, we'll be the first ones to walk on it. i swear there will be no american flags. we'll bring the italian one and wave it proudly, singing, "strawberry fields forever." 010526 ... lu_cid damn italians. I want to wave the tennesee state flag because I was there once and there were horses and lots of green and i like green. I wonder is anything grown in cheese? mold. we can plant mold. and then make a killing on painkillers. we will feed the world mold on a cheese platter. ha ha ha!!!! 010526 ... fyn gula if the moon is made of cheese it better be locatelli, the sharper the better because what's the use of eating cheese unless you taste it? 010526 ... lu_cid you might as well say what's the use of having a third glass of wine, cause you sure aren't going to taste it. 010526 ... fyn gula i may not taste it but i will savor it. pop the cork for me. 010526 ... lu_cid if you popped the cork the other way would the bottom bust out? the bad thing to say, the thing that got you sent to the principal's office was, "You cut the cheese." I don't know what is worse now or then up or down right or wrong yes or no. everything is possible and a path and a choice and I wonder if I just closed my eyes and point if I would guess as good of a choice as if I had thought over it for months. I need a hat. I need paper and a pen and feathers, lots of feathers because i've never had a feather pillow and i always wanted to be in a real fight. I want to hurt the next day. i want to bleed on somebody. "What are you going to do bleed on me?" YES!!!!!! 010526 ... fyn gula come back here and i'll bite your knees off. 010526 ... lu_cid threats are only a red herring for cowardice. wow, that was a hard type. I'm feeling fluffy, as if my skin is being made out of bath towels and my brain soap bubbles. I have a bath run, but I don't think it's done yet and beside the smell of crabs is subsiding. or maybe my nose is just stuffed, because i'm probably allergic to cats. I use to have a cat, but he left me and now I only have pictures just like all the people i have ever known. people are as hard to keep as cats, but I miss the cats more. i never miss the dogs because they stink. maybe that's why I only miss 7/8 of the people. breath can be a problem, hair too. maybe I should take the bath. maybe it was me? 010526 ... fyn gula i have pictures, many images cut and pasted, people i think are beautiful. and the ones i have just met i wonder what they look like. the ones i want to know have changed, gained weight and i wonder if food is like sex for the lonely. 010526 ... lu_cid lonely people don't have sex, so hungry people shouldn't eat, but somehow that doesn't work out or does it if your hungry you aren't eating. lonely people play with themselves so what do hungry people do? rub their bellies? no that's not right. eat paper? no. grass? maybe. hungry people go on tv and let flies lay on their face that's what they do. hungry people eat flies. i used to kill flies, before I learned that they bleed, no everytime I want to swat one I hear them say, "I'll bleed on you." and so I just run away. 010526 ... fyn gula it's your blood they bleed. selfish fucking bastards. i kill them any chance i get. especially the lazy ones that look like jets. they are beautiful, so of course they are hard to kill. beauty. oh. bella ragazza. you are beautiful. 010526 ... lu_cid like fuck they are beautiful. what the hell does that mean. I never understood the phrase, "like fuck." like what? ok many ways the only thing that has true beauty are trees because they are the only things that make me cry and to see me cry is beautiful because I look ugly and I usually look beautiful and to see a beautiful thing turn ugly is even more beautiful. like a cloudless sky turn stormy and violent or a young man's eyes turn old. sweet sweet lonely and sad unique and crazy but cautious and daring at the same time dying and drying out because youth is a myth wished for by the older. and created by a goat who never grew horns. I love blue indians. let's save mother nature. she must be like fifty by now. 010526 ... fyn gula mother nature is like nonni. she speaks in a thick, italian accent and everytime i see her she tells me about when she was married in rome. i sat on the cement steps and watched albert drive up in his beat chrysler. she was older than fifty. but i bet they fucking loved life. italians have an everlasting passion. 010526 ... lu_cid gnocci. I love those but I can't eat them because they will probably eventually give me cancer or cause an explosion. wheat is explosive. nonni. yessi. I want everything. especially a red velvet couch because that is the one thing i have to have. what did one moose say to the other moose? are you loose cause i'm horny. 010526 ... fyn gula where in the fuck did that come from? 010526 ... lu_cid my head where every other chicken cluck comes from where wonderful things like, love is all that matters and if you believe in what you do than you should do it and all that other bullshit upliflting stuff that projects hundreds of teens on the verge of entering the world to do it not screw it. I am the mind behind what is great and what is noble and what is what is. I am everything because I am human. and i am a mind that shoots blanks that eventually become an anthem for a nation, because everyone is searching for an anthem. so there it is that is your anthem, "are you loose, because I'm horny." now go populate a nation and be great. cockledoodle doo. 010526 ... fyn gula er er er urhh urhhhhhhhh! 010526 ... ditto diddle de diddums. I'm bord. 010527 ... god may i have another glass of wine?? 010527 ... 21 ReD ReD wiiiine..... stay close to Mee ee... ... my sound system is effed i can't turn the bass down.... what to do ? 070418 what's it to you? who go blather from