to my fellow suffereres on station in loony bin (now with few missed line of yesterday)

                                       "entweder klammen alle an mich oder verloassen mich ganz allein,
ich swöre Gatt jeder sekunde been für euch zu spät"
                             graffiti in smokeroom in loony bin

     to individual who make wet my ultra thin roll paper i wish wet exsema on their fingers forever..



runinig runing runing
falling falling falling
ten spring away grim kamikaze way
i know i know
i have to lay low
when i spread me infinit thin
or when i contrar explode in in fretful rage
my riots , my guirrilla warfare
you immediatly want my roll paper, smoking in front of my blindness one creature at once tabacco,10 sorts of cigarrets, cigarellenand pipes!..
you can't treat me right in
no one of my emanation of spirit
put me in isolationsroom with observing mirror,
spill parfum upon my blindness!
fry pig my frozen nose
no useHerschafften, sehr geehrte hebammen and gravesmen, apedolls and coin-manipulating a la clown-boys
do what you want do jest do eveil,

just behold nothing of your menue taste to me,
listen the song: dysmistification by ZoundZ...yea
you never known my starvation, i dont inhale regie of none.
i chock in your porn, homophoby, fraudulent political activismand plenty of other bestiality i am surround here, not to speak of surplusof legal drugs to my poor bodice.

you minutely put me deadline: " be reborn or die"
die is the art i do at best. like in Hermann Hesse Steppenwolf described suicider, i belong to this race, who doesnt commit suizide, but every step of me is a cruicaly dangerous, dangerous for me. so dear baby, all jeopardy is mine!

yet behold i dont going "to be reborn again"!
till i breath i rap in my hairy heart
hundrets dadamanifesto, diverse pamphlets, certain psalms ans sacred hymnes.

but you never will hear them. you will pass the embarrasment, trill and my be certain iote of excitement because you are rude and stupid clevermonkeyman, and me happen to be beside Of Whoren son, like for seven years i was called by some false niggers,
yet to be honest and modest
in your narcistic lingua this means "i DONT LOVE MYSELf"
yea, i am selfless, but how damn i do have to love you myselfß
LIKWE IN GUY DEBORD FILM OF SOCIETY OF SPECTACLE; i had to place myself in front of very yours and masturbate?
Nope i am another situationist, not after guy debord..and there is on both side of my narrow road the abysses of pornography , and propaganda, in in viting form participate on those verlogene activism' i am far from politic, would i perceive it i would be revolutioner. but i i am mole from deepest underground, who never will work as notorious whore for wide public, but only share my d.i.y. with another underdogs, with whom i share obscure brotherhood.
so, my theater of cruelty is not for you!like gill-scott herron sung . THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVIZED BROTHER
HIRO KONE!
SO ME MAY SING ONLY FOR ANOTHER SUBTERRANIAN AMIE; WHO I FOREVER MISS. a sort of Arab's dream in the night

all this damnation captured me cos i am very religious creature. and my religion is love and amiticia.
yet behold, non bourgoius, no moralist cant touch me, but most perhaps heself would do it since i reek after shit, with which "shitty-graffiti"i alas cannot paint all the walls of this institution, just only beautiful toilets.. This way to "speak" i follow cos i cannot speak without using pagan words, which are illegalin this Christian judgement, where i being judged. but, ha, such judgement cant touch me, because i am animal, , the outmost of savage.

my emanation of nigger sleepsfor despite he need to break out from enslaving, but not by price of double injection of haloperidol, such mutilation to stay with open mouth forever and trembling tongue is the last what i can take..(and i sow woman-victim of it)

p:s: TO DUPER.

No use in this soceity to scribe shitty-graffity:

to phallic centrism-хуй!
or

behold clevermonkeyman-the post-cynical time which you so adore is continual gangrene!

by the way dup. if you dont want that our page being soon fucked up like anything what still uncorrupt, make it invisible for foreign

for we already got here the severily doubtfull "artistic" virus from Suprem Priest of internet:SCHIZFLUX.ORG.
whileas in reality schizflux is me, and he doesnt Nietzschean dadaist but ordinar murder and fucking impostor.

No drunk monolog of me i can  put here on my wall, for i am traitfully overnatural sober, by inner will to withdraw wrong numbness of legal drugs, they feed me in surplus.

still i have little dream i would may say to one ami:
let's keep calm and learn Yugen!