March 24th, 2007....5.30 in the morning.....My observatory of youth

My most experimental and long and passionate writing about my 3rd wing. The wing that had everything hidden and made me a man and weakling. My friends for the short life i will lead. This is to you, loves......go on and mock me.

Count me in,
Lose the dream,
Play the game,
Lets go sing.

Lets go swimming,
Lets go fishing,
Lets go running,
Lets go balling.

Build a house,
Burn a mouse,
Run around,
Till the clouds.

Kill the boredom,
Smoke up and die,
Drink till we cry,
Or till we are high.

Exuberate,
Elevate,
Manipulate,
Pulsate.

Say nothing,
To say everything,
Move around,
To go nowhere.

Drink tea,
Eat little,
Wake late,
Feel cripple.

Shout,
Support,
Curse,
Rejoice.

Lets go fucking,
At least talk about it,
Try our luck,
No doubt about it.

Talk as if we are brothers,
Walk as if we are brothers,
Share as if we are brothers,
Love as if we are enemies.

Lie for no reason,
Play games for fun,
Cheat for nothing,
Steal till the sun.

Act stupid,
Act serious,
Act innocent,
Act Kurt Cobain.

Listen to rock,
Listen to classics,
Listen to metal,
Listen to indi-pop.

Choose pink t-shirts,
And green jeans,
No underwear,
White chappals.

Closed doors,
Porn on comp,
Hand in use,
Now stomp.

Waste water,
Not for a bath,
But for fun,
Or fulfill your wrath.

Buy the loudest music player,
Buy the cheapest condom,
Steal the closest t-shirt,
Donate the worst comp.

Cry when we leave,
Laugh still,
Keep the tears inside,
And don’t send me the bill.