This is the end

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S!hit it

Mickao is dead, many lovers in small figurines. Let there consciously as man wanted to kiss. May this brief belief sustain the memory of Mickao, completelly addicted to the shit. Now free to try another life as none is dead by himself...
Lie!
The press detained the kisser and the police a made to measure tomb. Back

.
Enter
/
Pass
The Styx
In the manorhouse
Mickao as the deceased
the rest intact...
I am sad, barman on the terrace
in the bar
in the island, made to measure batch
in order for the heart to cease
Mickao in the beginning fainted but the react...or
in the manor
and twelve in line monkeys
It used to go too far and he even had considered requesting penetrative hell
The family there, as death is silence...Mickao had requested that deadly solution to be
considered by the clan because mirror used to hurt now too much and tears
Mickao was etiquetted
Muerte (Mort), dead
So I guess now they are all happy
including the three from the sperm bank of famous people
Silly little monkeys.
This is the truth as it happened.
Long Live
Batch made to measure
Mickao, Donour

The Ankh

The Most Holy Trinosophia - La Tres Sainte Trinosophie

This is my sacred book. I had been looking for it since I was a teenager, fortunatelly I got a copy from a book collector store in Montreal early on this year. If you have heard of is book hor if you are curious here is the full text, in french and english. I do believe this book to be magical, some say it's a book of alchemy rife with references to that sacred art.

Ceci est mon livre sacre. Je l'ai cherche pendant plusieurs annees depuis mon adolescence...enfin j'en ai eu une copie par un libraire specialise a Montreal au debut de l'annee. Si vous en avez entendu parler ou si vous etes curieux voici le texte complet en francais et en anglais. Je crois honnetement que c'est un livre magique. Beaucoup le decrivent comme un texte sur les etapes de la creation alchimique truffe de reference a cet art sacre.

http://www.sacred-texts.com/eso/mht/index.htm

Voici une petite animation contenant les illustrations du livre.
Here is a short animation presenting the artwork of the book.





...but who really was the count of saint-germain?
...mais qui etait vraiment le comte de St. Germain?

snakes, fleurs de lys

The aisle of honour, the flag of Martinique. Nation 06-e

My world (landing)

My new den is surrounded with waters. Some poisonous snakes are said to live there. My amicable guide takes my hand, softly yet with great strength. I landed here safelly, two days ago. My ass is now in a chair and no banjo, lil' miss. More than a nest it is a room, small with a noisy air-conditionning system from last decade, blowing in.

Let us settle and make a will for my island to be my world and victory...there to hit me as I prayed so much I envy...anybody who works for a leaving. Just a note: It's Martinique.

L'ile

Je me suis reveille de ce cote. L'ile m'a accueuilli avec une pluie torrentielle. J'ai souri. La premiere chose a faire est de construire un nid de petit branchages et y deposer un objet brillant. De cette maniere l'oiseau qui veille sur moi pourra poser son fardeau. Le coin de l'ile ou je vis est tres beau. Les gens ont une autre couleur de peau mais je ne leur en veut pas...pas plus qu'ils ne m'en veulent d'etre bi-colore. Les amis que j'ai laisse la-bas peuvent me retrouver ici. Je suis installe comme un pacha sur mon ile. Les vents tropicaux y font une farandole autour de ceux qui bravent leurs commandements et s' aventurent trop loin. Je suis seul, l'aviez-vous remarque?

Je suis sans peur et le monde est vrai et l'oiseau libre...et des crabes qui marchent tantot en avant, tantot sur le cote.

Voici mon ile; C'est sa beaute qui me fait vibrer a l'unison avec le jour, en harmonie avec la nuit. La descente vers l'ile s'effectua sans hoquets. Voila, j'atterris. Ma vie est ici et mon reve est la. Je suis ce que tu me dis et la rive est grise aujourd'hui, pas de panique...Je suis en vie. L'oiseau que j'avais dresse se mettra a mon service et la pluie d'hier a cesse. Je suis le premier et appellez-moi le maitre de cette contree...ou un artiste a peine arrive. Il faut le dire...il faut le dire disons: Ici Martinique, a vous Lison.

THREE...

The serenade

In the eyes of ruby a cornea of amethyst
The great silver ternacur
snaked along the rife
to be twenty-two you'd generate
In the other realm, the fluid cythars
and camelias sarabande along its neck
twisting the dices
twenty and one time, generate
To be twenty two and
a snake
I'd be ripe old at the side of ternacurs
in over sarabandes
Lightning up the skies
In a tint
of one
Loaster
, of one Loaster

a tint

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol
Y el corazon
Se pone triste contemplando la ciudad
Porque te vas.
Como cada noche desperte
Pensando en ti
Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar
Porque te vas.
Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo.
Me olvidaras
Me olividaras.
Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas.
Bajo la penumbra de un farol
Se dormiran
Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir
Se dormiran.
Junto a las manillas de un reloj
Esperaran
Todas las horas que quedaron por vivir
Esperaran
Todas las promesas de mi amor se iran contigo
Me olvidaras
Me olividaras.
Junto a la estacion hoy Ilorare idual que un nino
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas
Porque te vas.
. . .

La Muerte de Mickao

R.I.P

Mickao is dead. The news had been let out around 7:30. The great actor, famous for his impeccable physique and 7 kids yesterday fell dead in rehearsal. Linda, the coroner blamed his occasional cunsumption of lysergic-methylen. His sister, one of six rushed to the hospital...the one with the long nose...He was seen as deceased and the can of gas was left out in L.A central. "The beloved star is dead" rolled the printers whorldwide

Langolia immediatelly came as soon as she heard. Janek came 3rd.

I see fans sat in the street with little picture of Mickao, shattered by the news of the sudden death of the entertainer. Let us pray in Peace for the dear beloved actor.

Sharing this gem with my adorable reader. You Tube Video.

The White Nest

In the hospital I am not the maddest. I even find myself quite sane nowadays. I have been here for a while...It's recurrence in my life...Every 6 or 7 years I have to go in for my sanity check...To twist the mind back into place...You know. I actually think the C.I.A are really involved in this you know...I mean all those voices, why would my dear old brain spend so much energy in the making of the 20 voices that I hear daily...I mean why would it do that to me (my brain) and makes these scenes of other world's life? I mean...I sometimes feel it's all me but that's when I am on some good tablets. I make plans to catch myself un-attended and make myself believe a little world...to myself, why the heck? It's fucking weird!

My room is comfortable...There is a little sanit' and no eye-spy.

I have bought some Cds before I got in, Lil'Kim and Audioslave, plus Pantera. I have my little stereo...as long as I don't turn it too loud it's ok...Evan is here...been here all these years as well as Marguerita, who often talks in a kid's voice. I wonder where Angelina has been and Pac. I was telepathic to 2Pac for real you know...I even saw him a few times in a wig...I know it's real. I wonder why they have the eye in the pyramid on US notes? I slept hard last week...They had injected me with some bad shit. I believe I have a special rapport with Berenicia, she grew up in Marseilles too, U know? The eye of God is that of Mankind...

I wonder why Brad Pitt has different eyes than he used to have. They say they replaced him with a lookalike, the real one, I heard, died in a heroin overdose. They did not rule out suicide...I hear. I am in room 37 and next door is Evan, the washroom on the other side. I heard Evan had killed his kids...not wondering why he's been here all these years! I am on a good medication now. The shit they injected me first was torturous. The new one is good. Did I say it, I am in room 37. That adds up to ten and represents the eye in the pyramid...It does, doesn't it? I am expecting my adoptive dad and mom to come and see me at the week- end...They can tell I am a good person. They were worried and concern when they heard I had been admitted here. I am sure my real mother had psychiatric issues...I heard Evan jerking off this afternoon. I was listening to Audioslave after that...That's all I did today...And I drew the place of nines as well.

Red Monkey

It is in
this hole
that live
the 12th monkey
as the 13th...
My aim is
to swing about
and to crawl
in the sand
I aim not to
but it does
in this
I am a monkey
red and a monkey
green
live
in the tree

Les Samiens a 3-6

The a cinq heures, ma baronnesse...et que vos aureoles soient a l'heure ainsi que ma rougeur!
Je n'ai pas l'habitude de m'exprimer en public...Ma famille adoptive me garde dans le chenil avec Whisky et il est mon seul interlocuteur...a dater.
Je m' appelle Jacques Deleuil et j'ai six ans. Je lis Aleph Alpha comme tous les eveilles de ma generation.
Nous passerons l'ete a Come et le vingtieme jour atterirons en Martynique.
J' entends ta voix parfois et elle me dit souvent vrai. Je sais qu'il est mauvais d' interroger les esprits mais je suis en avance sur mon temps...et ils me tiennent compagnie.
Les allies sont mes amis,
Que me sont ces memoires a demi formees...
Je lis les pensees et cela rend l'atmosphere mal a l'aise dans ma famille adoptive. Ils disent que ma place est avec Whisky car je suis un petit singe de foire...pas un enfant.
J' ai l'attirance des lames de couteaux
Parfois je poignarde des arbres pour me defouler
...Quand la famille me laisse sortir, Pepe et Meme...pas question de parler de ma captivite.
Je suis ne au Canada.

J. D (6 ans)