magick for cancer tropic

dear night. ! i truly love you .. i ackonledge a long time ago you are one i can whisper those words in your way.
i can write more then you ever tought you could wish for. but this time i will write for me and only me .i live it..
sitting at casa del popolo. scotch whyskey and i am able to just sit randomly outside. it's all good. those punkster drunken people sitting right next to me. and i am the one free . of course i couldn't stay at meaghan'shouse ! and sleep right away. i'd rather get high and drink more whyskees. and write myself.. no matter what comes out. i will only have this one thing to do. write my way out of the crowd.

O and i'm a pirate. i ra my bike so fast to Tom's house , so i can put on my spiderweb shirt, and in this house people are sleepy. me. a true alley cat, and i don't care where i fucking am i have a boy to steal a penfrom. . and then i can write my soul, my sex , my hands have no one to touch tonight so they rather travel like this intense built-up. you know when you want to come but you want to keep the heat for such a long run. . sexing the cherries. without even touching myself. . you can do it . all you neeed is to beleive. i want to beleive inyou .. j....d....s

THE CURE . ( even tough i wanna kidnap you to go see a nin show) ... i wanne runaway with you, i know know
it can seem hard, when you had tought you wanted , could party with the same people you do in this city .
but, please, i am also lost and lonely, and i have this gifted instinct.. called crazyness for a god reason. , i am trying to be true to you , to be honest to you even if i don't know a single clue about you .

but hear my voices, they fall like waves in blue on the paper when i am suppose to be sleeping i cannOt .
i'd rather keep my eyes, sleepy but alive. i think it's adrenaline i know how to create soft and natural potions of adrenaline. for you and me .
and i want you to say yes. it's easy , it's crazy. but i wish i could give you no choice. . but i praise the stars.
tonight i am so alone, and i want to be alone. i want to run away wth you for one weekend in a car ... DIDI said you can drive. i think i wanna play . hole in the car. the cure.... in a bad radio. we shall not care .
i will never fall away, i will always want to show you how we can pray .

we havn't even got together, but i do .. know we could fly away and be . true / i wanna meet someone that show me . honesty . and i'll show them what inetnsity and love is all about , in alevel of surreality .
where the childrens are old ... and they still bring it on to the c.o.r.e. of their dreams . i want to dreams

dreams . in myself . i want someone to mirrored into my shYli. her dreams .
and make lifes turns into a real true sinema . where everything is right . and there is no ned of reality .
i will not let you fall down my friend. if for this one weekend you wanna be my. love...

i am an Altar boy .. for you to beleive ... this morning i cancelled in a stress release all of my gavernemnet is appointment ... i biked to my dearest friend lady pirate .. her name is shawnda.. she is another angel of ligt that holds inside the most complete of all colors you could dream you even had it in your eye s,.. .

this color is B.L.A.c.K..... and us... the pirates.. sometimes we twist our inner knife. inside our heart .. .like a play game .. only magicians can handle... but we twist the fine fine blade .. into our own ... infinite SELF.

we have trashed down .. boundaries in thhe world that you think you see eveydya ..

me .. me and my friends .... we sometimes ... when you are in bed ... trying to dreams .. .

we are dancing romantic tango .... with the moonlight .. standing straight in perfect luscious body motions...
on top of fences ..... with silver steel inter- twined.. like the wires they put so high to protect .. the mad man of cities ... no one will ever be able to even suck at our tinted toes.... my friend .. the lasy pirate.. the angelm that feeds me chocolate in the morning .. her toes are tinted red ... the color of passions..... sometimes our bodies are ... bruise... d .... and colored .. by sun light ... but .. we know tricks..... from the oldest ....... preachers .. the animals in land ... have been given us powers to .... touch our red tinted toed together... just .. to grow stronger then trains..... except we are magick dancers ... dancers on top of broken silver fences....


one of us is going to the sea.... to the ocean black ... where you see .... blue..... underneath ... so deep ...

the only colors that lives ..... for ever .. is B.L.A.C.K.....

i love you my friend......... and i will keep on ... stoping in morning fresh dew.... with chinesse. potion.

to warm up your blood ... so our hearts stays red .. and glorious... give me my sin . i'll take it again...

my name is marijo st-amour.. one they i'll find someone to call me my love... then my name
will also be . jami Y