Tuesday, March 24, 2009

warbling sind Jamming

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wie sich seine ausgegeben wurde zu essen, was Andy hat ihr
, die uns glauben, dass kein Leben viel Studenten in Zeiten haben Lektionen
der natürlichen Universität

der Student Käfer kann fond
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in fleischfressende relativ pants Auswahl

so ist es an der Zeit nicht

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Singen und hören antbirds weinen wie Vögel überspringen Zusammenarbeit

Stellt fest, sie singen mate ¬

Sunday, March 22, 2009

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

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timed jesus by Jaan Patterson

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Friday, March 20, 2009

in deliR~

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rolling faster i kept constantly walking while somebody else chose running
more than holy trying to awaken me starting from my oversized feet to shrunken dried head only
used one synapse to the other cosmic connection to be born to something simple called life
can it be true that i opened the trashcan while also finding myself looking rotten to me
quickly closed the lid shocked dropped hate into my face of unwanted cells sprayed thoughts wouldn‘t stop
uncovered without oxygen i was quickly to realize the steel that had captured myself were my own forced emotions dragging me to this bottom line without using a paper bag to protect the shiny metal that was created before

i always cared for recycling (awareness),
however myself, i rather disposed at any chance i got, into any filthy dump.
Jaan Patterson

Monday, March 16, 2009

Sunday, March 15, 2009

self portrait of a self

Jaan Patterson

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Jaan Patterson

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Jaan Patterson
may this century be named as new
but it's only resampling it's own past

chapter 2 beneath is translation

How the hell... -

you're a wizard my friend,
i see you!

you brought light to present which just past the since
the pure vibes through sparks of circular and spiral now become us¬

i really just sit here since about an 'h' and keep wandering through these universes with so many several pleasures of homogeny beings.
you got me sit beyond humbling stands, i fall beyond any couch dropping my pants wanting to squirt my tonal urine over voices
all across the trains of our urban jungle she screams, my mind jerks across rivers running failure heart beats
denying beauty i feel enlightened shiny less more than a picture dropping colors splashing sand through skins unleash sex

it's so life giving infinity is so lush life in bop
but chance cross patters as emotions ride the devils of illusions
it's a pleasure to fry beyond pain thunder struck me with bells wistle so sure i am R so what is that, does it matter i
swing my sword of tears to your neck while snaps are my beats
pain is love with the word
my chain tying me to our earth is not existing i dreamt of your birth while whole was my father's mother
gave earth it's destination to the unrecorded resolved heat of Rvolts we love the so we R realists¬
i know you fully understand our natural being we are representing, so as some may be afraid or even unconcerned we love to be as so as you are we, do right so left comes power of awareness through plain being as sØRreal life(s) any ´being deserves

to Kek's Automatic Ibis-Dog

while my fork tongue drummer 

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Sunday, March 8, 2009

in the capitol of nothing

Jaan Patterson

bauRt(oder nicht)

Jaan Patterson

open letter to beneath is translation

my phase of chars raining my being
upsetting times through loss of timeless stains on my shirt
it all happened the second the hora left to arrive the past
as shivering steps passed her brick tears built upon metallic fears
nothing is more in chances than the plastic minute they arrived as less of us being you gasping tires fires up darkness
split by struck of awareness necks twisted by force 180°
source 0=2

what all means by times that had already passed our roots of environments of any sorts could be minds on fire
if do is what main state in her country of love is then he becomes flavors fly free under the swamps of plastics and surgeons
being the cut the spilt the gap the you of only censored of what borders only not exist then unrecorded is karma

came to leave already so wired
souls beyond warriors
warriors beyond mirrors
mirrored souls you am i
if i appear as a god
you will be no more than i

lost i
found you
daughters of bits
son passed chars
no more book will cover your stars¬


love to all you!

white trash 2.1