are you....are you....are you....

are u a one of me or u are a fuckin mob it hardly matters for me watever u are. somebody started writting from the age of 17 when he was basketball player and one fine day he realizes he is a fuckin slave of some junk so watever he wrote was poetry for this insane world and this is the same fuckin world who denies him and said we cannot accept you the way u are and he potrated himself in a different way publishes all his written stuff and that hits teh market as a chartbuster or blockbuster watever u say for him they are teh magical words that he felt he should write and are your basketball diaries this happened a long back with a guy called jim collins in new york and is anybody out here has any ideas wat they call a french fry in holland and if u know u are not a honcho or u are not something out of this world. if u know something but not wat u say u are, and when u say u are and not wat u mean, and u mean something that u don't believe, and u do something that u believe, and not wat they believe, and like this the chain goes on and on and on everything remains as untouched as it was never been there and when u see to it as a first born unicorn and find out its a hardcore soft porn life seems like a fuckin bitch whom u can fuck hard to make it follow u or if u leave it, it will fuck u.when I sit in darkness thinking and floating in my illusions I see how beautiful is everything that I did and how ugly are the people around but that gives me a kick or high and then going to achieve and enjoy it I, again find something which I knew it from the begining and I always ignored is that it is all because of me and the people around me who did it but claiming and doing it my way is not art it is a street cheat of a kleptomaniac. I tend to be something when I am nothing and my minds wants to explod but the materiality and teh reality of this shity world which is the most beautiful and unexplored piece of shit ...if I think I have explored every bit of it and nothing is left untouched and I go and run away from the fuckin piece of my own shit I hate to touch it, when it is apart of my system and claiming that I am not a part of system, we are the superior of all the living being and talking about things which are not of this world without knowing wat are u searching for is within you and the journey you are on is about to end with u and it was started by you with you as an part of it and ends with everyrthing in it... if u say something which u feel is right and some honcho comes and make u understand the dark side of the moon and u run behind achieving it and that is the serach of darkness with a lamp in your hand , is it possible for an individual to achieve it, is it possible for any group or nay community or any sect or any fuckin damm piece of shit to know it all and stil knowing nothing. knowing and remembering to know is a fuckin memory and knowing not to remember and still searching and trying to remember is unforgiven....chasing the reality with an idea of illusion and still achieving it for the sake of saying that i achieved the reality of illusion is fooling who other than you, are you.. are you...are you... are you fucking still scratching ur head or u have lost it on the way......the way to achieve and the way to get wat u want and not wat u need ... its a trip to pain without ur mate without ur soul without ur heart without ur mind and i love tripping on it as it is a trip wherein i am u ... are you... are you... are you....
cheers!!!!

INSANE ALIEN