I was happiest when I didn't know what day of the week it was when the place I was looking at wasn't just a place for forced aspiration and false fulfilment
the obligation to squander the creativity that was captured inside of me, in a room full of paints manifested by negative habits and receding self-worth.
I continue my journey of life as past failures and anger bursts have long fallen into the abyss of deterioration but they do sometimes permit their way to the surface but would rarely stay longer than a day. I am sensually frustrated as no one I know displays angered passion to our surroundings and the mysteries we might never be able to solve, with stones being thrown perpetually to distort our life paintings

The turquoise water shimmers in the gleaming sun It completes its daily rituals one by one Back and forth..with its perfect beauty remaining The constant movement of the sea keeps living, entertaining It whispers it's secret mysteries But yet It remains unknown , lonely and lost But its Beauty keeps the earth turning N.B

Food poisoning During the night, I felt a strange happening inside of me. Sickness sank the lively ships of fantasy. My heart was beating faster, i am monitoring the happenings...Disquietly War has broken out ! The constant fear has overcome me. Sleepless nights are now to come, and I can't do anything about it. White flags play no part... 10 times I wander though the house to find my beloved bathroom, and every time the illness spreads its humongous evil to fight against the little warriors inside of me. Infectious and toxic agents shall be exterminated...but that shall take a while. ...Shouldn't have eaten those "natural" pepper chips...the nauseating memory triggers abdominal pain...

fearful humans As I take a closer look at the farm fields, I sense a hint of freedom. Pure freedom settling in my mind, calming my thoughts, healing myself. Never have I felt so lonely before... I see myself slowly running through those beautiful green and moist fields, yelling at the sky to take me far, to take me away I see myself being picked up by the skies ,soft and cloudy paws I see myself disappearing into the midst of the sky My imagination vanishing from me, penetrating away into a droplet of water And continuing its adventure.

mr. Down The beginning of Mr. Man.... 34 year old Brian Down lived by himself in huge, classical house, on "rich mans land". He was not particularly rich, but he had earned some money as compensation for several incidents or perhaps accidents that had presumably occurred to him some time ago. Now mr down was a teacher at a school full of highly ranked, rich kids.he tried avoiding them, but as it was part of his job teaching these snobby kids, he had to cope with his situation...atleast he was paid..he prayed. Mr down always tried to find the love his #life by joining date websites and registering himself by the name " honey banana. Of course he caused some disgrace to himself by using his vague registration name and attitude towards them horny ladies( or gentlemen). But he always enjoyed flirting even if it meant flirting with some cyber chick fat as a cow. Mr down had consulting session once a week where he would teach young people how to teach students. These young people included the blonde Sandy who had become one of mr down favorites. She had bleached blonde hair and grey eyes, and she always look like she was dressed to kill. Some people misinterpreted her clothing with that of a hooker, but sandy was very intellectual with future ideas that could make a difference in this world. Although she was a cheeky, funny girl with a gray smile and a fantastic personality she had been rejected many times. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to find true love. But she knew that #life was beginning to become difficult now that she became independent at the age of 23. on the15 decemb