What am I doing ? I quoted "When you die you become your
website". Analog ran through my Apache logs and it turns out
that the most queried words that lead people/bots to habett.org
are : sex, ass, naked, girl, image, white, black, beautiful,
women, breast, images, woman, jacob, irene, love, boris,
vallejo, haircuts, terrorism, recette, lady, aigre, body,
recettes, ...
I have cells inside of me that could lead to the rebirth of an
anonymous soul. Doctors others than Benway refuse to take them.
I charge them for killing that person and i blame me for not
lying and for self-punishment. I don't have a say so i'm led to
mortification. Past extatic central, memories of soufi muslims,
back in the camp in the mountains, the vision is narrow, the
focus is intense.
I got under some of my problems smoehow. I can eat again.
The regular doubt is back. Another internship is schedulled. I
don't know where but i can guess when. Exile in Chile in
dreams. Most envision Staline as an evil great chief but i
relate to him as a weak narrow minded leader : if he hadn't
accepted the idea of going to Yalta, france would have become
of communist franchise, my parents wouldn't have met and you
wouldn't be wasting your time reading this.
I'm an hard left wing socialist when i don't act as a nihilist.
My idea of politics in terms of behaviour is to vote hard and
to be heavily tempted by terrorism.
Am i a
What is the point of answering if we don't poll or
aggregate the results ?
Light my way. The shining path. My last series of meditations
have led me to reconciliation. Peace inside, war outside. I
have this shift towards religion i find hard to cope with. My
parents wanted me to have a catholic education but they let me
turn my back on religion when i was a teenager reading
Nitetzsche. Agnostic for a decade and a half, i just admit with
guilt that i'm now in doubt on the question of god.
I'm quite concerned about the way I evolve. I'm a true agnostic
in my brain but my soul wants me to tell the outisde world a
religious message : spread the love of god, hope in faith,
rebirth, ...
What is the reason i sing ? mood swings taking over the verb
New me nal. Rebirth in peace. Harmony and profusion of ideas.
Mood swings
You can relate, both. A vision to spread. Eclectic heart
functions but it's protocol is anti personnal. The grand
avenues, marthyrs, december, friday, woke up way too early.
Situation perfected. One week before vacations.
The new release of
!Composition, god bless Rob
Davison as an holly messenger, is like porno for people like
me. So many filters, recycling pixels, visual ecology, so many
combinations. Compo is the main reason i keep using RISC OS
hardware and bought my Iyonix. Compo is so good, it'll find a
solution to display beautiful things out of anything.
Sleepless ends of nights, the imaterial shrine, legions of
messengers and good chemistry without a mystery. I have
produced over 120 millions of original and personal pixels over
the years. Binaries forever. I'll try my best to be polite.
Jambalaya ! Kramer should have helped me. I don't know when but
i do know why. I got a Logitech UltraX optical mouse and it's
so good i'm keeping it for later when my current mouse on the
Iyonix will be really sick or prejudiced.
Snooker as usual on saturday with my father, imrpoving,
cheating on scores, slow moves, an entire year without loosing
a frame, no large break.
Moral salvation army, in dust we trust. Most of the topics. Too
personal, not enough politics. Your trial took place yesterday.
My father is a great man.
If i have been unkind, i just hope wou will let it go by. Last
days on earth, facing my maker, no fear, no anger,
reconciliation.
All my troubbles, all my pain, disolves, resolves. Once for
all. Gone are the days. I have repented. I'll make no history
about it. Death is a pretty simple process in itself. I had to
give thought about my legacy but i won't take the time.
Oh burry me not, i want to turn back to ashes, moral
dust. Finding nice ways to think about my death. There's no
legacy. The learning slope is no long tailed.
Life from Saint Quentin, stateless, night comes and goes away.
Wayward slashes and backslashes. Peer to peer with god on a
channel, i have to touch the ground. The night invites you.
Five strings, decay, embeded faith, un-holly shrine. I could
never love you. Leave no offsprings on earth. Privacy is a
luxury, new world order.
Hard coded mood swinger. Inflate your feelings towards the
towers of dub and ivory and songs. A little magic, the fastest,
paquets lost, new transport, meditate outisde, seekers of
random keywords.
The sky emreging from too long a night was beautiful. I was
guest to god. It felt so peaced out. Climbing down the clouds,
you escape by a backdoor in silence, we remain at the table.
Narrow, i hug you by principle, let there be harmony somewhere.
Data mining will imagine patherns. Power toys.
I lost it, there is no plot, no point. A design for your life,
a model for your society. I'll never dwell, never love, never
experience. This is farewell.
