Journey

What to do when the dealer closes the door and doesn't want to sell?

win or loose.

Even messiah can forgett his friends.

It's feels goood to be honest.

Like a guru checking for the very first time.

Fighting for myself with my God on the line.

Occupied by the self then sensing my demond.

I wonder where my windows are to be found.

I mean all the people.

Karma-gateway.
The gate to the unknown.
Am I behind on the account?
Or am I just paranoid?
I don't know why I should have any enemy.
Am I afraid?
One can't help it that one is afraid, but maby one can do something about it.

Checking my feeling.

Building my house.

Perfect monkey.

Sitting listening to lies.

I dissapointed. I promised more than I could keep.

I jig around a bit to "How I wish you were here"

Who is telling me that I should go to get my glas of water refilled?

Britney speaks to the chidish part in me from the radio to my inner life.

The road splits up.
Do I have to choose, accept a choise?
I walk my own way.

A Zulu-fighter.

I'm a wise man.
If it fits, I put it.

Now I'm wanted by many.

And I get to do something heroic.

I wonder where the feelings are located.

Got to have the feeling.

Some crazy Gods out there.

Your not alone.

Experince.

It tastes good with water.

One gets what one deserves, If it's fare that is.

I don't belive in luck, although I'm sometimes lucky.

Now there are goblins in the woods.

Sweden supports me.

Decent.

Maby confess.

Fighting with spells.

You can relax, there's no one that can steel your work.

Thank you Jesus. God or what your name is. Who ever you are. It doesn't matter. I belive in you.

Am I ready?

Journey.

I want to know, but nope, the door is closed.

The birds and the humans have flewn into my house.

I haven't got any future right now but I keep on working, the apocalypse around the corner.

I hear sweet music.

I want to get to know my God.

I get help along the way.

Medium, what can you teach me?

What effort you make to read my mind.

I want to be one of thoose dragons.

It reminds of the fakir.

I want to stay here forever.

Suffering patiently.

Updating myself.

The worry is over.

My enemy is ok.

... talking to the goblins.

It's a party tonight.

The Gods gives thanks.

The dreams come to me.

Let me in! Let me join in. I'm not dangerous.

Please don't stop the music/this feeling.

So much better one would want to be.

At least I know what intensions I have.

Everything falls into place in the end.