I want to write.. I am missing my book, the dragon one. For real. I wrote some phone numbers inside, someone could call them and ask for if he may send this book to anywhere. To me of course. But he/she won’t. Noone cares about dragon books. It must be, still, in psychiatry. Nevermind. Someone said you will get everything back what you lose some time. I don’t want a guitar because I don’t play any more. My powers are off for playing guitar. But, some how, in a very special way I will get back my fucking Nokia phone. I smashed it at a wall outside during one of my worst paranoia states, I thought an atomic war would start right now and the government of ASIA, AMERICA and EUROPE at the same time they would listen to my words and connect via my Nokia phone.
The smarties would travel Scandinavia, the Money Kids would travel America and those socialists they would go to East Asia and the most intelligent and calm people like me they should stay in Germany because Germany rules the whole world. A triangle you know and Germany in the centre. That was my paranoia. I broke everything. Even my headphones. But some how someone found my Nokia and he phoned my Mom and he will send it back.
You say you like the sun Barcelona fun You want to see the world find your treasure, find your gold You travel anywhere pay the taxes, pay the fare England you have seen not just in a dream in Scotland you can find a dragon deep behind You want to sail your ship like Captain Sparrow hip and drink from time to time a whiskey close to mine but only on your mind like travelling unkind You never send a card You’d rather spend your heart on lifetime here and now there is nothing to show Maybe you can tell one day out of hell all your stories just to me this is how it’s got to be? I would like to never end this poem, lovely friend You’re a dreamer, we are two you can learn to play Kung-Fu I can learn to play guitar like a superstar Where’s the place you’d like to join? Shall I pay you with a coin? I would like to cook some food in a much more better mood so we could eat this all together eating all forever till we burst oh, some thirst let us drink a beer with no alcohol in here or I could get some water half a glas or quarter with my superperfect handling this will be the never ending poetry You see?
Am I right or wrong is it all too long? Can I make it short? Like a small report No. That would be boring I am queen and you are king not to rule and not to win you’re my soulmate, I’m your twin And whatever I would like to write here or to strike out again for blame no, that would be lame I will leave it as it is words can be like little kiss and I’ll never stop hip hop
You say you like the moon and in the afternoon you count the time till night untill there is moon light You travel universe a bliss and not a curse You have seen the stars running yellow cars in the sky so high not the truth and not a lie Would you like to follow? I feel myself hollow for real surreal ideal I kneel My powers are off
Alright. Speedball sent me this song when I was 14, it was the first song he sent to me „U2 – I still haven’t found what I’m looking for“. I fell in love with, even though I already knew it. I fell in love with Speedball, as well. One of the smartest, most beautiful human beings on earth. I’ve got 17 photos on my computer and this is the most beautiful.