Abramovic therapy is to count them
I count an “all”
I keep an “all”
God bless bloody young babes and meaty ladies I go “gaga” for
I am spoken for- yet my sibling chivalry proceedeth in the romance of lotus, wine and thorns
And visceral CARING ladies of China wall-walk… where do they come from?
Got.. Shut down
I’d crawl the wall just to see her 1/16 of a nano meter away, pass thru her vision of fleish as a Casper and… I don’t know…
Ask her to tango
She looks young
I’d like to discuss a few brands
I’m not sorry
I am just
Performing wild and vividly and not often
The words I use are hell branded air anyway
I adore sangre essence
It IS IN MY visceral all
It is living messenger, liquid, warm, tacky, sticky… IN MY residence
Where did she pick that idea up?
It is white blood
Dry white blood food
You can eat a dry grain
It takes a while to simmer in your mouth
Happy little maggot mummies
I am prone to auto-hallucination, knowing it is not fly babies
This HELPS, Marina
I have very bad ptsd
I have hereditary angioedema and at age 14- I bled internally.. my blood plasma in AGGREGATE entered my abdominal cavity circumcising my hara
Auto hara kiri non suicide hypovolemic shock
Phoenix in me flashing
Heart in spiral
Fear greater than pain
Sheer horror, luminous sibling…
You are part of my salvation experience
I love you
Cannot see it
Must be there
annot hear you!!
ow do you know??
OH YOU JUST FIGURE it OUT.
Shi*… do I look Arabic?
Must have been the coffee
Son of a switcheroo
I won’t say
Its not true
I’m kinda hot, huh?
99 degrees in here
Inner desert sun
You shoot it you buy it
Profile me once
Shame on yoo
Profile me TWICE…. TOUCH ME niccce
And God let me overlap it as an e-mail to my local Police
It is raw grit heart without fart
I am not sure if it went to the city or what
I was suicidal this month, but honey (not my wife, all of you… well, her too), –
I am a writer
I am a writer
THIS IS publish
THIS IS publish
Take me to a book pub
I wanna guzzle a pint of Frost
I love you monkey-bootsers and chunky rankers
What the hell
Euphoria? More guiltless than a Gorbasm
I could live or die
Am I in trouble
In all seriousness, my consistant bp is high
Never say die… they say
I could be famous away
(Fame after death only)
But YOU were my fame all of you my eyes touched
I want to see Jesus
Those are the last words I would want Syntaxsinner to text-utter if he fell
My heart, rhyming still, beats like a chestnut bell.
I want a holly jolly xmas
I will get at least ONE as I count to eleven
1, 2, 3…
WARNING- this article contains war journalist photos out of Pakistan that have NOT been cleared. I run a risk of being an enemy to the state of Pakistan for publishing them here.
I will space this out some in case some of you are too horrified by what I show you.
A group can have a name.
It can be Taliban. It can be terrorist. Or Nazi. People who use violence and MAIM. They are sick:
They have a SERIOUS ILLNESS. Just as one must amputate a GOOD ARM because of a BAD SHOULDER INFECTION… so has Pakistan’s beautiful, beautiful adult men and women and children had to
And we wish it is peaceful and sweet.
I must show you hell, people.
Why? Because concealment is a type of lie.
In my mind I want to wash away fear… na na na na… like magic…
Anger is not your face. Your thoughts for others were spun in the mind basket that is unraveled on a picnic couch that is your gurney
Red, yellow, blue plaid
This man had Asian descent.
Do you see an Asian muslim?
I am a man and I say I see lips a woman wife would kiss, but- he is beyond tomorrow.
A body is sandcastle coming undone. No hug is felt. It proves we love when we agonize our love one cannot feel. We don’t need their velvet skin hush cold unfeeling.
We need them warm.
I did see these persons today while conversing with my bro, Shak, in real time. There are 1000s of like-pictures of REAL people. Citizens near Afghanistan where USA troops WERE ALL LAST DECADE!! This is NOT being reported EN MASSE except right HERE on my unworthy small BLOG.
My grandfather, me being “Andy”, hi there, not to be a morose SOUL… my grandfather died young.
You can see INDIA in this man’s handsome eyelids.
Its OKAY to look, to stare.
He really WAS alive this year.
Do not feel bad.
You cannot hurt anyone to look at him.
You CAN hurt him more by looking AWAY! Yes- because WHO now will LOVE his loved ones but YOU??
You on the internet? Mostly NOT!
But if anyone wants to make a life for a boy named Shayan who has a rare disease that is NOT communicable, please let me know.
My friend Shakeel does not know that I am asking but he has said it would be better for his son in America.
I have the disease and I am disabled.
This is called FUBAR.
Its also called FATHERS LOVE
Me to you
In front of the WORLD
I DO not give a hack what
I say YOU are The Best Father
In The World of the
Sunni Year “1435”
Although photos that are (obviously not photoshopped due to grating and specific heat burns from home made suicide type bombs)
they are not an
I DID receive the photos by choice to comiserate the experience with an RN bro of mine who works… AND lives… in Jamrud Bazar, a group cluster of shops in Khyber Agency.
I show you these men. Three. I want to let you know that these bodies belonged to men… all men HERE… who were husbands and fathers to children who had to say goodbye to them and feel the hurt of being disconnected.
Also, these men were killed violently. See that they ARE handsome, worthy of love, even as these are photos- you could probably see your own friend or family like this.
We are all made of stars and earth. When the stars call us home- you are assured that the form remaining is no longer inhabited. Some of what I call “small stars” of angel grace hold a human likeness to the cadaver which is truely not evil, but a GIFT to I.D. the body, person. Understand that.
You are seeing in all this post something so very horrendous that I want you to pray first or breathe before you step away and decide if this experience is for you or if you want to make a difference.
I tried to give this family a shot at the IV medicine I take but the CIA put a kabash on that. A kabash is like a schwarma only a kabash sucks. If YOU… YES, YOU… Would like to confirm this story, write me at
10554 se Main
Milwaukie, OR 97222
Ans 503 943 0465
Please do not terrorize ME and give my address to the CIA in Langley, VA. The government is not thrilled that handicapped citizens try to help people who are neighbors to Taliban bombers in war zones. Every phone call is tricky for Shak- Shakeel has been harassed and threatened with death and kidnapping.
I would like to announce this is:
Projekt: Dinner Out
(Get Shayan & Family out
Of the war-corner of Pakistan)
I am thinking aggregate
Let us make an offramp for just one family.
America USED Dr. Afridi.
Now pay back Pakistan, America… save the whole family of a man with the SAME NAME, but an RN not an MD. haha. Its simple.
And it would make QUITE a
It is NOT a secret.
I want my friend Shakeel’s family paid for… with money contributions that you all know how to MAKE tax deductable.
To have a rare disease in war hell is to much.
Write to me like you mean it. I will give you young Shayan Afridi’s address and you can help his family out.
Special honorable mention to my brother Zahid. “Watch Shakeel, my brother, as he watches all of his lion cubs. Bless your cubs too.”
This is a picture of God, broken. You can see this picture was a mover. A person. A living sculpture…
Zooooooommm-! * * *~ *°
You who are… for example, “65 and older…” on up to 150 or HOWEVER old you want to be- you WERE in fact once a youth…
You do not deserve to be treated like you are a kid by know-it-all middle ager family. I used to do in-home care. You are NOT a fool. Not ever. Even if you forget everything.
If you are 65+ and like that, please hit “like”. I need it today. I am very ill.