I'm Fucking Crazy

They can't! Flyyy!!!

If every space, what a though process
And bracket an intention
What was going on in the mind
of a lost notebook, dictated by a curious mind
probably nine years into life. This is it...

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Crest, Coal Tree
From the West
Half the Height
Of niagra Falls.

Snakes belong to Anthropoids
2000 years ago,
were only plant, animal
classified

“massassagua rattle”

Animal 35 Phyla

Bats heart 20 times per second

Todum Pole
Legs- Octopus

Linneas
Karl- Von

Said this is redicule

Scutes or scales
Babies come in eggs

1 poisonous snake in
Ontario, Massassagua
usually in the country

Tuatara 4 group
more like a Dinosaur
Few islands of New Zealand

Roger Whittaker
(American) (1968)

Animals
:35 Phyla
:1 group Cordata

Billion x 2

Crustaceans- Shrimp
Arachnids- Spiders

Endo Skeleton
(Inside sk....)

Exo Skel
(Outside sk..

99.9 percent of
all living things
that lived/ever )
on earth are
extinct

Gambling Ve o
nest- spiderwebs,

Ostryges don’t
fly

They are Ratites
Group of birds that
can’t fly

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I feel like i have to write something here. ... No Words. The End.

MS MR - Hurricane (Official video)

Oktapodi (2007) - Oscar 2009 Animated Short Film

Jessica Rabbit - Why don't you do right

***RUT***

I am standing in front of this blue pulsating penis of a CN Tower. Waiting for the hot dog man to cook my hot dog in the cold, when all of a sudden I realize this man is burning my hot dog on purpose, as he is enjoying watching me shiver in the cold, as he pocks and prods my poor hot dog, with his toothless smile. “You have Facebook>?” ...The hot dog man...did not just ask me for my Facebook...” No...I don’t use, unfortunately..” “ Ahh, okay, where you from?” He continues.....I really want snatch my hot dog and leave. “Far away i reply.” Where you from, I am from Trakajakistan! I come here 12 years ago!” And really, still half a word of english, I think to myself. ”I live right here”...he point to some distant point beyond a garbage can. I loose the desire to look further. “Oh wow....it’s getting quite Krisspy!” I say. He finally picks the poor meat up, and hands it to me, smoldered in a nice thick layer of greasy ash. Faaaaa....

Okay. I am starving after my tango class, and eat in anyway. My subway is jammed for like 15 minutes. As if finally roles around, a heavenly light erupts from the tunnel. The doors open, I walk in to find some of the strangest assortment of people i have seen in my life. A group of black girls, who claimed they were from Eglington, where rapping into their “Kamera Fonees Biatch!” video recording Everyone, including my pretty pissed off face, and their poor friend who seemed confused by her friends, cuddled up in the corner beside me. When i got off at St. George to switch lines, the next group of enjoyable voyagers I got stuck with was 4 fresh off the boat, Spanish women....and this is when i thought...there are really some matters, that are not so important becoming upset about, when speeding through underground in a subway cart....like weather Robert should marry Maria, or let Lucita’s “hijo” Pedrito...do the job! Grrr...... They got off an Lansdowne, and the rest of the ride was quite enjoyable....it truly was a beautiful night. Climbing the last stairs out of the subway, i see a man standing with a notebook up to his face, bags fallen at his feet, possibly scribbling down the greatest epiphany of his life, with such vigor. What a turn on!

Pushing my way through the metallic exit. I see 2 prostitutes squeeze in with one coin...successfully. Ass to ass, fishnet tights....that was quite entertaining.... and the last but not least event i experienced of course my fathers first question when I walked in that car....” Where were you all this time? You don’t tell me where you go! ” First of all- False! Tango Tuesdays! Second of all.....you really have No Idea!”

For Ali- a 45 minute snippet of my day.

Dripping *Black *Toenails

"Black toe nails and tarot cards, cigars, cigarettes and water. And that clock hanging upside down on your bathroom wall, stuck forever at half past nine. Scribbled design ideas, paintings of woman with werewolf heads, special edition collected books, large keys and white lace curtains.... i look around and think- my room would be trying to be like your’s, if it could start all over. “I’ve never said that out loud, that she’s actually my muse, a woman who had an unfortunate life”- the glass doll. The gladstone- red glass- double shot of Anejo on the rocks and Purple Cranberry Juice , with havana memories under the title A Painting Unfinished- and spooky adventures- this song is freedom- Celia Cruz- You’re The Cosmic Dancer!!! I used to have this blue wave in my hair. You did it yourself? Yea. Paint me nude, with that Blue. Life is wonderful, I totally catch that in you sometimes! See i love that! lets peel some beets, I watch her smoke her pot, I drink her wine, then we get to the onions. Cooking a black meal, us 4 artist. do more tarot, 3 woman raising cups in celebration around us. we’re in your cards! Mine was sudden strike of insight, the high priestess- and the blond blue eye woman in my life, who knows more about me, then she will tell. i didn't realize i shot a man walking into lake ontario until he disappeared underneath the surface, water engulfed him. The sun didn't blink. sun spots and cups, nets, fading into vertical rectangles of graduating darkness. Darkness that graduates, until we sink beneath the sheets in skin, that harbour our mind, with silly dripping ideas. Kind of like hard rock concerts, and ice cubes. The jagger keep on flowing from our mouths, as the waitress, keeps on pressing her lips against me ear, ordering me things, that were never on the menu, speaking of songs that i was never meant to hear. Endless series, of forbidden disasters. In me, a home, they always safely find.

Triple Thread.

- Days under the sun. avec. Psychic Monkey.