04-08-2014, 12:00 AM
What the *** you think you are reading ?
It is not ordinary, but rightly attuned first sentence.
To the overal content of it and I am not speaking about this letter,
wheter it may seems so, it is not in the slightest relevant, towards subject, whats goin' on in your whereabouts and propably sime kind of superquantumly generated energy focus device, or hows it gonna be called.
Before you start to look around and the catch the signs by immensity of your soul, brain, guts, folk sense or whatever machine you use in this so called special dream "reality", let's presume none of it happened or that it already ended, but we may never know where it's gonna take us, in the grasp of it's heart and from many experiences, tell-tales it looks like that there ain't a single corner of world on which is it not bloody ferine.It gone wild, worldvide, system offline and we only get only a small 'mount of time, to waste in this kinda situations, we know it, but still, who never dropped it a single time in thier lives, it's pretty easy to not even notice and maybe even inappropriate to admit that it ever happened, well we all know it does sometimes even very often, but those times or those who persue, well known to them is you gotta be fast and solid, become bullet or get a bunch a bullet. It is always waitin' for the command, it's written in the brain and if ya short-circuit the whole nexus and straight into the middle of survive consciousness, it can get prety unstable and lethal, if you don't watch your four apples, that's methaphor.It began slight soon, propably much more earlier than most of 'em are able to notice something so significant. So the progress that made it all up was hidden by them, how they did it, but still there was this moment when none of the did, gone against the tension of the energy and staid cool minded, so when all of it stops to matter, there is no time and if you don't stay aware of whats goin', like native on cactus dryak, you gonna get yourself into troubes and as my grandfather told me, so do I to you.
"Son the swords gonna fall, you know it, you can't run from it,
so better decide what are these last words of last wish worth
, catch the edge, but you will never know if you can fly".
- John Ruel Wirdhurlst. (R.I.P 4/2/2014)
It is not ordinary, but rightly attuned first sentence.
To the overal content of it and I am not speaking about this letter,
wheter it may seems so, it is not in the slightest relevant, towards subject, whats goin' on in your whereabouts and propably sime kind of superquantumly generated energy focus device, or hows it gonna be called.
Before you start to look around and the catch the signs by immensity of your soul, brain, guts, folk sense or whatever machine you use in this so called special dream "reality", let's presume none of it happened or that it already ended, but we may never know where it's gonna take us, in the grasp of it's heart and from many experiences, tell-tales it looks like that there ain't a single corner of world on which is it not bloody ferine.It gone wild, worldvide, system offline and we only get only a small 'mount of time, to waste in this kinda situations, we know it, but still, who never dropped it a single time in thier lives, it's pretty easy to not even notice and maybe even inappropriate to admit that it ever happened, well we all know it does sometimes even very often, but those times or those who persue, well known to them is you gotta be fast and solid, become bullet or get a bunch a bullet. It is always waitin' for the command, it's written in the brain and if ya short-circuit the whole nexus and straight into the middle of survive consciousness, it can get prety unstable and lethal, if you don't watch your four apples, that's methaphor.It began slight soon, propably much more earlier than most of 'em are able to notice something so significant. So the progress that made it all up was hidden by them, how they did it, but still there was this moment when none of the did, gone against the tension of the energy and staid cool minded, so when all of it stops to matter, there is no time and if you don't stay aware of whats goin', like native on cactus dryak, you gonna get yourself into troubes and as my grandfather told me, so do I to you.
"Son the swords gonna fall, you know it, you can't run from it,
so better decide what are these last words of last wish worth
, catch the edge, but you will never know if you can fly".
- John Ruel Wirdhurlst. (R.I.P 4/2/2014)