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GjenopprettetMedlem
Delillos dillerium dupropolis...
GjenopprettetMedlem
DeLillos, Dukakis, Damokles
Milli Vanilli!
GjenopprettetMedlem
snilis jena os os mel om om mel (wub Wub )
T er ty yter uteru olus terytensetsemica sertens der
gyetre
slalala aloilisl loeiliolsiouuuuuminde
GjenopprettetMedlem
donglisafnatasinatasna
Richard.
coma com comse comsea esemocemeacesa
comse
comse comsia
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(fygeret)
rare ånder koppler ut av sjinenm enn skal sjynden seg siner vidne å blosoosr
også men deret eyert yr til å skunde seg blir det eblir det tull iball i lronglefantisfanterifanterasiratesartear
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GjenopprettetMedlem
Komsa? Comme ci, comme ca
GjenopprettetMedlem
lovelyflowersburstfromyourheadwhilewespeakodfspringalreadyhere
andinmyheadihearasongofbirdssingingyournameandasying yoyreadear
thenwhetheairtakesmybraeathwayandleavesefordeadishallareadybeinmysheeplikebed
dreamingawayinsleeplessdreamsofthesearthatneverceasestobe
(i am not drunk and i amnot on som kind of strange medication,if that is what you think,and why not,i mean you cannot see me through the screen i think,or adleast i fancy the idea,so,hat i may be who i wanna be behind these words,even if they may come out in a chaotich messi order
howewver,i have altered my consciousness now,as you may have suspected,and following is a series of personlaities that wants to speak
in a hurry,and if they wantn it so,then let them hurry,ui can be fast and forward when it comes to trains,many have i outrunned,and blasting my chest in the attempt,i have seent strasr on a clear day,and even spoken to president kennedy while he was untiien his soelaces,after a strenoius day.
i have been to the top of the moon and fallen down again,and hurt my knee and then i broke my skull into many little buterflies,and seeing them off
with an eye left on the ground,i got a song from almighty spirit who caressed me that night with a feather thart removed all my tensions and frigh,and i was newborn in hands unseen wet to soul and seeing unfolding feelings of the earth giving birth to babies with a sound not of pain but of ecstasy,a sound more like a thousand cascading rivers made with childresn laughter adn women singing in the air all around,like whistles of flutie birds
no more broken i was given a token of appreciation from the highe oakmen
and by that i am carried into the world anew,with a s sign of compasion for the spirits painted onto me forehead
like a lightning bulb of reckognition for the spirits that travel by night,by the spirits that tvale by light,and by those who dances in between like a full diamond covered delight.
so that unity of the mind and eye be complete and vision understood by the visionary
voyaging between realms of what is known and what never will be.
So that the powers given by the almighty ones,our elders may be fluid within us for the sake of balancing our spirits
and their lakes of endless deep,inhabited by ancient serpentine gods and a consciousness that remained
for the shaman to experience,and speak of,not howewer,but in a language of its own,a language that carries sound a farwaway
we know it as song.and by waves moveth the snakes and serpents again into the jungle of man to live in his trees and swim in her lakes.
i could speak of this language,and then be swallowed by the king cobra surfacing from underneath
so i choose not to,i will sing howewer on occasion,and see that my world is inhabited by the crawling bushman
Sing with me and see
the stars are full
and dark the sea
someone ancient
moving inside
of me
And then i get this feeling
a feeling of believing
that i am only dreaming
yet inside this
lovely far out being
i am again
learing the art
of seeing
Kæ æ dette hær?
I heard a voice yelling like a force
reminding me of my minds divorce
of matter of whats coarse
Yet im raving on
having no one but the lord of speach
nibbeling squash
on my lawn
Nå æ dæ nok tull!!
Again the madman howls
from his cavern
deep within our souls
again he raises his
temper to energize
the world with
spirits
uncoarse
Theres that word again: Coarse
what does he mean by that?
or is he mean by nature?
is there a second nature?
Is he being mean?
Whats up,i started out being nice.
Now look whats happened!!
Im ending up in the jailhaous
for exstremely angry men
and all i wanted to say
was i love you.
GjenopprettetMedlem
fiiine meditative video å musikk
tuusssen takker.
GjenopprettetMedlem
Created from chaos
brought forth through experience
loved by the gods
restrained by the past
and in fear of the future
for such is human nature
