alive in the city ...

morning , early as a bird , but my only problem here is i am none the less a vampire, a true gremlins , the kind you feed after midnight ... And i do .. feed my soul after the night sets asleep ....
i a wide awake , ..when friends are all over the city i wander ... wandering stars , they have been watching after me lately . i feel almost bless after winter ... a couple of days ago i had to write it .. on my skin , spomtanious , tattoo of the day .. the WINTER IS OVER ! .. i have had enough , i've seen enough .. i've tought it felt it , bleed it all over my world , reality have gone crazy .... i am finally on top oof that bridge , the one so high ...

now now ... w.o.r.d.s. for now ..

Sunlight, perfect day light , A day i had it al aplanned, but life is not the kind of play you weanna write , , people trying to write you future will be sucked by life's '' fade '' day .... Pale days and goes like the same re-shot of platonic exist away from me . Everyday i have stuff to dop . mission accompish. but i never refuse the unexpected .... the adventures and perfect places you secretly wanted to fall into ... they happens when you staty to see the details , and beleive me i am getting more then good at folllowing my instincts . i trust mainly the animal in me and i'm quite lucky the animal in me is wise enough .

Julia and i .. wel i did not respect our week away , how cold i of course she is irresistible . A friend i choose to love . ...... with such nobelty .

You know ... the starngest thing about me is that i don't remember the things i write to people,
i write to myself , and never remember . is it because i live so much in the now , or is it because my brain is so full that i don't remember the words my hands created the day before . i could feel sad and beleive that all the drugs i've ever taken ate the flesh in the back of my head . where dreams lays, but i refuse to beleive such things .... i am a dreamer and i;ll dye as a true fucking beleiver , ... i swear . toi gOd. i am the l.o.v.e.r..... and i wil make another confessions .

all morning i remember , all of last evening i also remember and as a further all i wanna remember . is that i dream about you . i want you to slow the futile , and fast way your eyes are moving . be my shyness into the nights. i want to softly , gently take your neck in between my hands like if it was crystal . ... and hold it lik ethe circus freaky boy holds in and take in through the shadow lights . at nights of those crystal balls . but i live in this world. none the less i am a fantasist . i wanna hols you until you bite the truth out of my wrist .. where it says breath under water , i wanna taste of your lips .. i want to ... tout doucement ma langue sur les velours de votre avant-cou . the softest spot under your chin ..

where the heart beats .. where my heart beats ... like i am gonn achoke if i dont reveal to you a fragments of what i hold inside ,,..... i breath high .. i wanna breath LOW ..... low with you .....


l.o.w. .. with you ..... we are gonna diner ... i am trying to stick my eyes like target focused on the screen ..... enough . i wanna see you .. i wanna spy on the sweetes details .. the ones i could possibly save for later .. for the times alone .... for the nights alone ......

letters written in the high up .. castle of St-Andre ..... you were here ..... .. . . i am not shy ....

suddendly i remember julia says so ......

words from the sea

the cat finally flyed back to where mah roots are .... the ocean baby .. thats where the heart is i am no kidding ...

i am in the house you would never beleive ..... its so intense..... right by the eastern point of kanada.... ill be writing an intense blog later .. i am rewriting all my scenario .... i am more likely doing ninja straching .. taichi.. in a way i develop....my owntraining ... every day i wanna go walk the hills .. climb up the rocks….and breath in breath out …. I am recovering my senses …. This ability to move fast , smell sensations … no more broken sensations…. I do not cry when I am here …. I realize I had to make a true cleaning in a lot of relation…. Ships in montreal…. I know I will always be a sailor of my own pirateryes….. the house I am livin in is color maniacs…. I go out by the windows at night with a cup of tea…. I bring henry miller’s love and laughter….and I laugh alone in the dark…. To my horizon I see the waves , I heard them .. se fracasser sur des roches in colors silver …. Break into the silver rocks .. its perfect melody.. with the horns….i am pretty sure I am the only one to be sitting out in the cold at certain hours….. I am clear …. And I have decided where I am going after here …. I am going to a new city …. Just before I left a friend of mine was telling me about angry … and the nerves in my body … felt fed for a time … I called it eternity …..i am a serious taom’s .. in my friend tessa’s card there is fairy character … mine she said was called taom’s …. A poet turns into crazy .. he can be a thief , he is a fine warrior .. I’d rather be brave in my own path… I have places inside outside to reach …. Another friend told me I could be in skool I could still do art and work ,. And hang out and do it all … but maybe sometimes the people you would expect to be walking aside you … are the one in need of other lands, and bathory … I am feeling ok with myself going towards a different way //… I sas my oldest friend KGB here in the dead end Kanada, she is president of the freaking university .. can you believe it …… we use to do gib and more special cat’s tranquilisant , lines of magick powder they usually gives to put horses in the hands of morphee … getting stone … we use to go drown in holes together a long time ago …. No one really knew about her .. she looked so innocent … but now she deals with a whole student’s problematic’s solidarity… she is so tired , burnt out , I made her plates of fresh fruits as soon as I got here…. I am a reformed child innocent you would think so … but hell no I am also … none the less a woman with hands transgendered into silver blades … like a new genre of avant-garde type of samourai’s swords… je suis en devenir de trancher ….. vos ideaux….

Wait just a little bit more .. t’ll the day I can show .. me how sober I can be a That is my goal for the summer .. I don’t think I am ready to establish myself in any city … I shall wait just a little longer … then ill be flying to surprises A girl turns into Fish…

she is like a (s) pike I want her to come right in through my heart … hara-kiri for love .