welcome back to the timeless space

no! dont panic! i didnt blog for a couple of days coz i was been sick. but now vanessa is back i can be full cured from disease.

first of all, welcome back home vanessa. hearing your voice was awesome as in http://www.mega.au/some ahaha its been a while aye. i missed you alot. hehe im glad to know that you enjoyed your stay. too bad it had to end so quick eh? hope u can cope with coming back all of a sudden and going straight to work. but hey do your best to get back into the rhythm divine, as ive got my rhythm divine...IN MY PANTS!! yeh thats right my mp3 player is in my pocket... which creates a rhythm divine. thanxx for the offerings too.

have i changed?? yess definitely. i now know the road i must walk, it was called Jeremy road. im not such a thorn in the ass or underarm anymore you could say hahahah and yeh i guess im just all chilled out... probably more boring then before but hey the weirdness keeps on coming like a peg on a clothes line that keeps getting left there so the next clothes can use it... or its easier then reaching into the peg bucket... yeh that sounds right. why do i keep emphasising such points? because ive got nothing left to hide. im becoming a memory and the fear of forgetion creeps up. i shouldnt really matter of such fears. pathetic. climaxing such feelings to become 'more important' grasping the rope that holds everything to me together, though man can only have so much hands (2 hands). hopelessly devoted. turning impossibilites to possibilities. when does one become such a good piano/guitar player and not complain. i want to learn to struggle again; to become frustrated and hit the wall again and again.

arrr im talking shit agen... and this was suppose to be timeless space

the space that creates time is the child of a mother contract that allowed me to exist in a limitless space. when my mouth opens, it stops and ceases to exist while sound is nothing than a mere toy compared to the superior communication that brings all words together and making no sense of it. theres nothing in an empty space apart from time that makes it spring forth into my occupied reality. no one can enter this space, but only peer from black painted windows. i am a door to tomorow. the plants shall feast upon the water served from the clouds. 10 000 will become witness to the miracle of nothing which is in itself the creation of void. 1 shall become moved in the ocean of wickedness where one will set sail toward the rising sun of mushroom kingdom. the melodies that once caressed the ears of kings and transcended beings shall be amplified to the world of common courtesy and bbq parties.

i should really distract myself

its wonderful

ive completed my task of filling space in the timeless

i wish i can eat egg