The sailing Bear made a stop and took a bite at the castle parkfestival. A coffe in the green and some bystanding treeclimbing.

The day went forth and the dark was actually bright and mediocer.

A warm walk in the sun

throwing a circular plane for fun

stuck in a tree

I grant thee

the islandic ratatosk

A retarding state has occurred before the storm. A windage bearing void. A void as the bringer of a possible perdition. Likely not, however.

The face of capitalism or the result of the ever lessening hearts have rendered an image absence in my book.

Maybe I should let some lucre work to allow visual representations of life.

Eight in a row with four going up. Dark and heavy mixed with just enough together with red, white and yellow. The Fore was decent, ok and nice. In the beginning the heat was building and erupted mid three and lingers still.

Now stagnation has ocurred.

seconds, minutes, hours, not so many but more and more, several even. The vision is obvious and clear. The swirl, the other one has lowered it´s voice cured by the oldest cure. The first will be exercised tonight again, a virus with a strong hold of the eddies. Tomorrow after a blueroll the Hollows with devouer the close hero within for a couple of moonreflexions or reflections? The immidiate red lifejacket with sweet buds will most likely work as a low density dance until the thin man brings steel and rubber to the green and hopefully blue.

Then the island of the fallen tree will discust and enlighten the pure poet.

seconds, minutes, hours, not so many but more and more, several even. The vision is obvious and clear. The swirl, the other one has lowered it´s voice cured by the oldest cure. The first will be exercised tonight again, a virus with a strong hold of the eddies. Tomorrow after a blueroll the Hollows with devouer the close hero within for a couple of moonreflexions or reflections? The immidiate red lifejacket with sweet buds will most likely work as a low density dance until the thin man brings steel and rubber to the green and hopefully blue.

Then the island of the fallen tree will discust and enlighten the pure poet.

More swirls and more peaks and my arms and shoulders experiences some strange aches togehter with the old in the vocalarea. Probiotics should help evolve me from my current state.

The nursery crymes of old soothes some pains but the throbbs alarms of what coming shall.

Now the other swirl whines and sends its stink up and in. Wonder what the cure is there? The general one? The tick-tick?

Time, by definition “what you measure with a clock”. Fluid, lucid, coherent ever present. Sheared, formed like a  torus, or just.

The swirling flying disk tossed yesterday, flew to it’s chainy home without err. ´Just like Heaven´Robert would say. Kinda fun.

I hear the ticking as well as the shear. It goes rshrshrshsrshhhsshrshh. All day. Tick tick tick.

Rshrshrshsrshhhsshrshh. 

Well.

Week two of the flickering times. When long days are turned short as slow regenerating activities fill the time.

 But no. long days are kept long as quick activities slowly visit and I am forced to eat long toxic supposedly regenerating pills.

Soon though. 

Somealong my upbringing this TVshow was broadcasted.

Really nice.