Joy, let Jesus praise he as he is God Almighty

Feinin sang, to took his time honoring duty at a time way past his future. God listened, she spoke quite fondly of the days ahead, the glory and purpose of time... to dream the impossible, and to get answers so simple that the Pharaoh could remember.

Live is not about who you think you are, but who you are you thinking of. She fought the tears, they ran down his cheek, he yelled at the mirror, What happened Dad? Why does this women cause me such pain?

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be...

Feinin learnt the truth, he began to fade, stooping low past at the disgust, the rage that this women made. So they cheered, they wiped their ass's clean, the wonder of God is supreme. Stop talking as if you know..............your child has reason to forget, Let no miracle edge him

He saw the fire that consumed his dream, they fought, they shouted obscenities. Strangely Feinin was silent. What he remembers is this, Smashing into a tree, his feet got caught, he was bleeding. God if you think he is alive, why not tears. Feinin remembered days before, the white dove that he saw, clawing at his eye, he bled droplets of himself, free surfing the seas alone in victory.

Feinin completed most of his task, he obeyed the commands of God. She had regretted his power to think beyond man. The week began as it ended...Sad, alone ashamed of love. Please Father in heaven, I am told his Lord has risen.....In the times of the Bible.

Feinin was not taken, he knew that the Mighty Power had returned, carrying the knowledge of all mankind.

Death, Schiller is above all in a world that sees hate, famine and disease. Lord how dare he say....The moment was near, Arty Nose trick him over, he fell laughing at the timepiece. Liston the me fools, give him all that is required, spend no more on regret. Schiller is never returning to a place so damn in hell.

God you tell me that her Majesty agrees, a word that meant so much to her, obligation to one's land. This was the moment of truth. It began on a Saturday.

Schiller, there he goes...to his death my lord

Let him steal if he dare

In the evening Feinin had done what was required, he was told that the mighty power had sent soldiers to guard his secrets. It was a grave time. Schiller I have news that a soldier lied over this deed he presented. God there is no truth, this matter is resolved, let the devil work on him, he shall die a slow death.

I gather his heart just cracked, bleeding water like Christ in a sea so clean that it dissolved into salt..

Gulliver all week missed the albino dolphin, she missed him too but befallen with death, the saint justices had course had fell upon Schiller.

Schiller spoke in strict code, he touched someone else so far that he forgot. This was a soldier who dreamt once a love. In his heart, he listen and forgot his duty. God, there, it seems men are liars, to steal from thee so soft as a feather that can cause chaos.

The World waits, it thinks again and again who on earth would think so royal that Her Majesty would listen. She did, she felt an obligation to God that Feinin made complete sense, I do love him, but he has failed as my son. God you bless him as he teaches us the power of remembering me.

Feinin saw his future, he began to forget his land, the lights faded at 12.00 pm, it was the end. God why do you allow him to speak with tongues so gray.

During the night, I woke, I saw that the wind had left the gate open. I went outside and locked it with my bicycle lock. In the dream, I was starked by a man peeking in from the living room window. I looked through the decorate blocks to see the gate open….but I remembered locking it. Parked infront was a van with some things, I did not know who they belonged to…

In the morning as I woke, I thought of this figure, he looked so dusty, he looked so worried, his hair curly light brown, dressed in rags, so frail in size……I thought, and thought who could it be, then it clicked, Joseph, to see were his spirit lived.

Where ever you go, I shall remember your words, Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be...

Water Blood History Schiller is Alone

The Pharaoh lost among God

The vessel this time skimmed the seas, on board, it was the Pharaoh with his golden staff. It looked as if he was frozen in time, the peaks were magical, they blinded him by the sun's reflection. Triangle, Triangle, Triangle. As the boat docked, they bowed, each servant had a magic scroll behind their backs. One servant stepped forward. He was immediately stopped. He crushed the scroll. The Pharaoh drifted to him, the boy knelt, soldier your king speaks in a language so far that humans read bits in its tongue. Pharaoh, my child has died, his blood is dry, his heart removed in order of his disobedience. In your hands you must keep for I treasure you, you my king must dream. The Pharaoh tasted the vessel, he chopped at it, each piece he swallowed he came closer to ecstasy. His hands then wiped.

The Pharaoh's mouth was wiped, his hands were cleaned, then he sang in a voice too high to pronounce. Time is ready, get out and live with Kings. The Pharaoh drifted away, his body was nourished, his heart beat twice as strong. Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be...

Schiller got sexually aroused, his phallus moved, it jerked forward tempting fate. Sex was indeed truth, it was to the answer that art had the power to procreate. Schiller's organ got red, the skin beneath began to swell.

Pharaoh, Pharaoh, I want more intrigued, let me enjoy this pleasure, my heart is too thin to see the gorge my thighs thus wants. The Pharaoh listened it understood the moment of climax, his was stronger any man, his semen could populate any land.

God approached, she was afraid to tell Schiller that his art had began to seep into history, he was now strange to those who knew him close. God whispered, she worshiped the Mighty Ghost. Follow your choice, he is death in life. Weak, Schiller's penis withered, is cock fought the temptation to get aroused once more. But the light knew Schiller, this great warrior of en-jour-ney had fewer that anyone could expect. They watched his motor car and left wondering, who would give Jesus Christ who talked to him, worth of a thing so feeble? God what you are saying is so true, they want him to live where eagles sore immediately.

Schiller drifted, he spun around, his legs opened wide, his penis popped out. Inside his seed, a child sat at a table, she opened the damp piece of paper, the writing spoke of a guy name Schiller, it was truly an wonderful event. She pasted her hand over it to keep it flat, the message then was read in French, Time Money Gift, God, Art, Greatness

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be...

Trinidad and Tobago Film Festival 2009 - Cobo is de Star

Corbeau figure drawing

Early one Off Shore morning, I taking meh view of vagrant badeing, copter landing and ca breaking light so I ca get meh meat fresh. I see Corbeau come out in ah ca drinking Stage, and praising Jah' ganja, he scratch he balls,he smell. He take ah snap when meh neck turn, I watch he cut eye, I swallow, and say, dem Corbeau making movie poster and eh paying meh nutting. Next ting I see meh self pin up in Museum as if I is Mona Lisa. I say, dis Corbeau forget to draw meh foot and lamp post in.

Child is you who relative in Big Flim Festival, I hear he living way up Chancellor Diplomat House Road when dem Corbeau does exercise carrying water lower in taste den we labasse deep well. Is later on top where man does carry women to rape looking over dem Corbeau Nation of million. 3 but looking more like 3.1. Den dem Corbeau does trow way dem oil latext product in de bush so when one minute rain reach, river does flood, canal does block and drown dem wen hill slip and dem fall in it to swim backstroke below. Is desert for we. I hear dem have ah nudder Corbeau hiding close, playing we as Coragyps Atratus, talking he talk and den he does forget.

Meh relative mudder who keep and spoil he when he small is in Big Story Telling ...de last Trinbago flim show bookman see is dat buller man picture and is Real Movie Actress post on de bookman telling he all dat she say....but who ask she? After show, dis Corbeau stand up and announce to bigger Black Corbeau....I is a Flimaker...I say spike who lee? Trinbago sweet, dem here boldface does say dem is dis, dem is dat...and Corbeau lying true dem brown teet. Is flaming is de way T&T.

So bookman say he ask Big black Corbeau why you feel you have right to make flim about bullerman business whe de dead, he ask you in he will? * And why you eh use Queen star to play buller friend? She act-tress does play man/woman role ? Well boy, Corbeau start up, he talk, he explain, next ting Corbeau partner kick eing wit advance highfalutin. Bookman say he brain start hurting, den it stop, he eye close down, and he fall asleep.

Anniversary now, is big pape show with Alice in she wonderland poster of he mudder holding wit she expose crow hand, meh ain't want. Dat ca play dvd, Mp3, or dial call. Ah look closer, I see relative flying in circle as if he smelling someting deading, is big flim direct way way way down Chancellor. All de SUV type bust. Is sweat like Rain, dat is mine, dough tief it, cause is way way way up Corbeau have to exercise to reach he mudder waiting. Star make one step, den make two, next ting brother Corbeau fall down and start rolling, ca behind have to swerve. Corbeau chirp like is feeding time.

If dem expect bookman to go where highway and lamp post does join as road, and whe T&TEC lamp bill eh pay, dem fooling, is now high stair he must climb, if he slip and bounce and dead, he ca sue de living. I waiting when dem release pirate, once is local blues we. Is two Indian on creole I hear in river flim product.

Is only now resent Corbeau wit advance highfalutin trow big party in mountain where T&TEC lamp post ca reach, is flock of Corbeau fly in and peck at he food, I look ah smile, he reach half century. Corbeau wit advance highfalutin fete room looking like NHA housing build like community centre. Next ting is candle blow, Corbeau wit advance highfalutin in de center of Netball court, dis Corbeau fly down stairs and attack highfalutin and wrap she wing around he in ah spin....I say what mudders cunt is dis? Dem so boldface, whahappen, Corbeau wit advance highfalutin forget he have small queen cleaning after dem whatlessness.

Dem stupid oui, is ah 2,500 reds I save, ah better call mandilee@ and say is meh original

* The Trinidad and Tobago Film Festival notes on Bowen's poster: The Cobo is a highly intelligent, nervous, enigmatic, illusive, urban and coastal creature. He is gritty, real and represents a view of Caribbean (or Trinidadian) culture from the inside looking out rather than the outside looking in.

Golliwogg

Never forget me

God remembered this question, she chose not to be concerned, he is, she giggled, afraid. Feinin asked again, why? The mammoth of Time thought, you already cherished the moment, but this time it wept. This great light says he is afraid of you.

Feinin just wanted to stop, he too was tired by the accusations. He had lost his desire for almost anything. Schiller looked in awe, he truly called to him to keep his tone of admiration smaller, this was needed to rip him open, to suffocate his truth. Lies, lies, lies. Feinin called, he answered quickly, dear dude, have you realized what shit you've caused, they are so afraid of the work. Feinin wanted to get at his core, Answer me, why?

The man wept, he fell on his knees and to the floor hiding his face, then he peeked to see if I was looking. In his heart Feinin saw one object, a small frighten white dove. In its blue eye, he saw a dirt road with high rises in its path. A carnival street banner stretched across the street, Devour what you steal draped over.

Feinin walked right under it, he took a match and lit a flame below. The banner screamed, it went in circles holding its hands over its ass. The cloth tore from the post, it lashed its back where it felt death, Jesus Christ, I'm never reading his blog again! As the cloth burned, it separated love. It tricked many over deception, money is all it takes.


The Pharaoh and Golliwogg

Feinin looked at the last corner of the banner, he saw nothing but pictures as a reminder of a place he fell over onto the side of victory. The cloth symbolized his terror of the unknown, he chose now not to believe, never to worry. The flames feathered into the sky, the soot covered his face like a Golliwogg. It was the end.

Hail Schiller, Lord of magic, King of fortune, Raise him high where eagles see the king to be...


The Pharaoh of Eternity

Feinin was concerned this evening that God tried, she tried to convince him Schiller was indeed him. Tomorrow you will discover money....

Feinin listened, he went to the bathroom and shaved his upper lip. God sat over her chair, she drank whiskey and picked at her hair, Love is not something you need, forget wanting it Schiller. Feinin looked in the mirror, he looked like the Pharaoh. This was not a surprise as they chose him to lead.

God, God have you heard, Feinin speaks a language of gibberish. Feinin was not energized, thinking of sex now was bothersome and tedious. He felt just living without any emotions. What does this Pharaoh what of me? why do I feel nothing if he is me?

The time piece, the shards of glass, the reflection of Eric, how more dark could it be? Well there is more, a huge giant above, it put his hands to around his mouth and whelped, Peter Pan, silly me, dream of a boat at sea. Feinin took a shard, he looked into it, just darkness, then one spiral approached, it stopped, turned and jumped on his nose. listen fat bloke, take off your shoe and knit around your toe, its freezing in here.

MANFHEFJAPKRAZESPADEHOWOKCH3W@HKONKSPIT Tagger

Tagger MANFHEFJAPKRAZESPADEHOWOKCH3W@HKONKSPIT with his brushes and paint cans

Officer, get off meh tanti mudder neighbor house who just pack up and gone, Ca-nah-da dis morning. Ah calling meh frend, frend, judge frend. I eh no he name. Wait, meh seconds run out, le meh yours nah, Government paying for it, ah ca talk free all day, month and year til election. Yuh aint notice de meh bite up 1976 Rights Enshrined over de Protection of Fundamental Human Rights and Freedoms paper print wit lime juice? It rubbing next to meh painting / fete rag.

Oh lawd is only yes-to-day I see meh beau-t-ful red, black and white trow way in front of NP gas station break down. Ah say to meh self, who dem people living in we country leave we forty seven year flag roll up and mash over like dead dog with car tire imprint after feteing in we all purpose stadium Petting it up in de air and dough focking care. It have meh Carlyle sic in he grave wondering if he waste he time designing it. Ah say NO me ain't want none of dem who frend in Government printry stamping Passport and Birtpaper like giving way free hops bread and cheese.

Only weekend meh woman and I gone to de Hyatt to take in de view of we prestigious Port of Spain International Waterfront. Ah tell she see dat white rust boat out der, dat is we Tobago Pride. Yuh know ah have to spend more on she to get meh quick suck so I decide to go movietown and park in de middle of de Off Shore where meh car safe. I taking she for ice cream to give she a hint. But when I driving, ah find ah seeing all kind of big letter looking all de same. First is MANF den HEF, JAP, KRAZE, SPADE, HOWOK, CH3W@H, KONK and SPIT....and say waye Martians reach and talking too weeee.

Officer I inviting you personally to meh art exhibition just up de road where dem old hoe does eye we both. Ah here yuh does like to pump dem with gas as if you is gas attendant, a dem is gas tank hole. Funny dem Graffiti vagrant showing in one tiny room, is real fight breakout, you wait and jail. Officer, yuh hear de joke when one of dem wake up as see MANFHEFJAPKRAZESPADEHOWOKCH3W@HKONKSPIT zog up all round he wall, well is shit ah still smelling. Oh gooud, if dem coming to de exhibition dey better hide in black matrix shades, is only jackass go show he face. Look, look, one of dem hardbacks coming to tell meh I vandalizing.

Bookmann, you’ve been Punked!

Nah, all dem Graffiti vagrant buying meh a new vehicle

Ashton, you take meh waye pass meh bedtime to come out to art show and gate lock. Boy ah ain’t tell yuh how I find dem speaking like meh. Ah see one, ah see two, ah say oh ho, allyuh talking funny. Me aint understanding what dem saying. Boy, I just get comment about a Graffiti vagrant and he friends lying to he and saying nobody like it de bookmann. Ah say them feel I is bobolee, me ain’t saying notting. Ah feel like tell he I need Graffiti vagrants to come paint meh outside wall and around meh house, Christmas reaching soon. Is I suppling de white paint, is I giving dem de white chalk and charging dem after.

Boy meh eye boddering meh, I blind up wit seeing dem new all purpose Art blog. Art dis, art dat, flim, interview, Blog,Blog,Blog. I does laugh when it start yesterday and finish tomorrow. I does look way at dem first post, dem change it, next day, dem change it. Ah say, how dem minding, cow, goat, pig, fowl, snake at de same time? I feeling shame to tell you I feel all dem fraudulent, ah know is big word I using now. I gone to show in house foundation, dis wild girl come out wit cloth and have people wit big camera fliming. She going woo,woo, I get frighten, I see she making lines, bawling woo, woo den making big circle. After she finish, is big clap and dem talking hard on mobile. So I go hid to see she space ship landing. Ah look so, den so, next ting is boom, she gone we.

I gone up stairs, a see Big Collar Poster… Hear dis name nah, Galvanize 2. Is six mont now and I an’t see nutting. Boy is politician handing out sweetie. Dem go read artpaper in dem building wit roof with big hole.

Ashton, dis does get meh, all man jack going fete later, dey saying to meh face, Are you going to that party? Ah ask she, who fete?, Meh once friend come up, she going too. Here dis, I asked she, who fete? she ain’t answer, I ask she again, she mout close. Oh hoe, you feel you is white, allyuh inviting. Ah say yes, dem walking like cock and hen passin meh straight. Yuh see why I does ge vex. I want to ask dem why dey cork?

Ashton, le meh tell yuh boy, meh island ha big brush show. Boy ah never see wantless before in meh life. Ah gone to see one, is passport, ID, driver permit, electronic birtpaper yuh need. Ah take out my mobile, ah show dem meh Junior Sec freepass piture. Ah, look, wey dem have women nanny skinup, man tocalunks hanging, and giant woman paint. Ah look at she , ah run and hid, de lord have he ways. Hear dis nah, I gone in second room, is I seeing man smiling watching man totee, ah say what, is stinking buller man dem have showing. Ah look around, ah head get confuse, is if I in dungeon with chain ball. Ashton, I know yuh marry to dat old hardback, she teach yuh more bedroom moves wit paperbag.....Bu, bu Ashton, what de mudder cunt, is laventille gun dem want meh find.

Hey Bookmann, you’ve been Punked! Dem Graffiti vagrant better be using decals on meh car, or is new one.

Meh Kiss Cake Business card

Madam, Grace, Holy, Swar and Feinin share a Kiss Cake

Madam, Grace, Holy, Swar, dis is de best piece of art ah see in five centuries. It have everyting to hang in yuh house. All yuh need is a big tick nail and hammer to pound it in. Yuh husband, Gandhara Ga, de Eight Hundredth go like it bad. Yuh dough need dem expensive $5,000 dollar fake maco frame, when it fall and break soon after yuh hang it, dem does say sorry.

Art in Trinidad pretty eh, is Coconut tree, man badeing, Car-ne-vale picture wit brown skin women wit one feddar and dem stinking black oily blue Devil, de one ah see yuh bending down wit last Monday in yuh red pom, pom shorts wit de big sign writing between. Jook here hard. I does wonder when dem paint vagrant on bench, waterfall, man with umbrella, old run down house wit bush snake and half naked children running in latrine den drinking nasty barrel water. Ah wonder if dem does or want to live like dat?

It go be jokie to see paintings of dem living in big high house, have big TV screen, Mercedes car, twenty wheel truck, surfboard or dem on plane flying to countries I never see because you is one of dem Diplomat living in house ten time bigger dan yuh one room in Lond-don. Or yuh friends who does take we faddar land and building high and feel dem own we. Allyuh does work hard on yuh yardboy here or go fete twelve time a week. Madam, Grace, Holy, Swar seeing does carry or see in it does vex mehmeh Maracas and Toco beach paint pretty when dem wipe out all dem stink garbage demde snap.

Oh lawd, ah eh tell yeh when I visit to big Art-tist show in Small University, lady is whatless in dis place we. I see ting me eh understand, ah say were de manual to read, is like dem VCR yuh remember, yuh have to press ten thousand button to set de time.


Madam, Grace, Holy, Swar is the fifth wife of Gandhara Ga, de Eight Hundredth

Between you and I, ah go share meh last creamy Kiss Cake, just tink back when dem oily red, white and black devil, lick up between and get at de cream as dey brush yuh down in de canal. Just now I hear dem big star jealousing meh Feinin Art. I know de boldface stealing so dem ca have meh gold between dem teet, Dem feel I go lie down so? Is cutlass all de way to meh bank. Madam, Grace, Holy, Swar, look, take meh Kiss Cake card, all meh billion art-tist fighting over meh thoughts, is Trinidad and Tobago I is from. Hello, yuh forget to give meh ticket or what?

Note: The Kiss Cake cream cake is packaged with a thin white card that can be suitable as a call card in an emergency, providing you use a felt pen

The mind, matter and the book of knowledge

The Tomb of Grief

During the night, Feinin woke to complete his piece. Feinin had a love for him, he wanted to know how these ingenious masterworks got made. Michelangelo himself kissed him, he kissed the chamber where Friedrich slept. You are greater by a stroke, never search for answers when answers are here between you thumb. In the work, it seemed difficult as it was to show Angelo at the head of a white stone measuring and scaling the human body of a peasant.

Feinin thinks simply, his mind is pure thought but it can erupt so strongly that you can smell something burning in his brain. Feinin saw himself as a white eagle. As he drifted and banked across the sky, he remembered himself as a servant asleep. The door which closed, opened another. He was trusting no one.

Why? why? God approached him, she was divine. In this time of essence, I pray over things you failed to grasp. Life isn't about work, sex, things of gratitude, but a dream. Keep still, play your cards in rows of twos. I am you.

Feinin wrote these sayings down, he found his most treasured book and opened it. Where he lay was in the Tomb of Grief. He seized the opportunity. God looked and began to wonder. Why does he always race time by?



In the Tome of Grief, Feinin gave reflection to his life, he looked at it from a ledge as a bat clinging to something. He saw himself in opposite. The bat's ears flinched, it adjusted the angle best to tune in the frequency. Never gave money because money separates me.

Feinin wanted answers, he looked like Cornbird man. He felt cheated and robbed by a man in coward's sheets. Feinin spoke, No, you can't get away from what I gave in trust, Its time servant to bring all that you have stolen, in CASH. Feinin thought about his Artbooks, he was wary of people stealing from him by word of mouth. He spoke, Never you take advantage again, let them seek me out. Feinin gained strength, he used the whisper of greed to expel its grip. It was that of God's nose and between the chewing gum. Feller, start returning the items, find all the plugs you took, put it a bag/box and place it near the place of stay. No, give no thought otherwise, Choose this to release your pain, A car, a friend indeed, go back in time before you broke the laws of Jerusalem.* This included a bike. God measured this in truth, she fell over tumbling and scattering like leaves blown by an autumn wind.

As the bat, Feinin looked around him, he cocked his head back and forth. Why God did you bring me to this earth, when you knew who much I resisted? God said nothing, she gently bowed in grace of a King to be.

*Arguable one of the greatest biblical tale with a certain truth. A man, a mountain, a river, and village. Surmised over the centuries, a token of appreciation, a joyous reminder that belief can live with any fool, a ghastly hideous mirror. Over time remember him, Jacob, (Issachar), hymns preached to God, his true name unknown until unearthed. shepherds walk, keep avail in the distance, two Gods fight over me, I tell you some time in the future. Repent, Solomon, poetry, open sea (salt), creation of truths

In Michelangelo's eye

Carved from a single block of stone

Feinin rose from his sleep, in it he carried a boy somewhere across a land. The bus driver looked at him as he crossed the street into the future. Where are you traveling to my lord? The driver asked this of me. I looked both ways to see whether anyone was close by and said, I'm going to Heaven. The doors of the bus heaved, they bent putting pressure on the actuators. Feinin stepped back, the handle would not bulge open.

In Michelangelo's eye he saw a strange presence. He looked in awe and wonder. It told him to sleep and to forget thinking of me. Michelangelo once saw help in a pencil drawing of Feinin, the sculpture was ominously grand. He carved it from pure thought to what he would have liked. The healthy warrior rested on a long couch, he exposed every curve of the masculine. He wore nothing but a loin cloth which covered what Michelangelo peeked as his crown. The phallus he thought was a marvel, it took him places far and beyond the word. God, he thought should not be offended, God gave it as a gift to cherished the meaning of life. As the warrior peered into the matter, he placed his palm over his right eye and watched with his left. God awakes; My word, my choice of things brings me news of worth.

Michelangelo never confronts beauty as he so does in his fellow, it warned him too that the sacredness and knowledge of the unknown was tempting. Feinin to him was a servant of an almighty being, he looked different over the centuries of recognition, but a flower, tree and the sky looked the same.

Gulliver woke from his sleep, he noticed that the spider had spun threads of silk from his eye lids to the plateau, The beads that clung to the strands were of salt. Inside the tear,the horizon was blue, the albino dolphin skipped across it in two semicircles. He peered at his place of birth. In the droplet, he saw masqueraders, glitter and banners once again,. The carnival staffs read, cherished him for he is that of truth...

Gulliver pulled at the web, it stretched not releasing him. God watched 40 degrees, 10 minutes.... Gulliver, stand as a man today, give not worry to them. Talk firmly, smile blissfully. Gulliver echoed, I AM NOT AFRAID, the mirror on which he stood, shattered. The shards fell into the abyss of hell. Gulliver vanished

The Owl - Where is Feinin?

There you are*

Where I stand, I see you, where you stand you see nothing but a mirror. God, if you say you are him, show us how. Bring thee its gift, follow me to paradise. Schiller, now that you kiss his toe, knell and asked for glory. The temptation is over, Feinin is at rest. God knew the reason, he could either lie and end history. But he though, If it wishes, trust no one. Schiller is over. By mind, the power to dream....I divulge in you

Gulliver kept still, he clenched his chest. What just happen? God was inside of him. Then God managed to turned over the timepiece, but every object still remained intact. Gulliver looked up, then he looked down. The waters below bounce and danced. Closely, he saw the neck of a bottle. This he remembers was a time he knew of his future. Upon the ledge, he casts the glass capsule into the Caribbean seas.

The object bobbed, it bounced somewhere near a coast. Then it sat in sand bombarded by grains that flicked over its sides. Gulliver saw a dog, this to him looked like a golden retriever, he was restrained by a leash. His master walked gently, she kicked bits of wet sand in the air. The dog's nose smelled the surface of the object, it stood there for a few seconds. The master knew her pet had discovered history. The capsule contained a stained folded sheet of paper. But what did this mean? How could it be? Gulliver already read the magic scroll.

Where Gulliver stood is calculated far beyond our imagination. The place called earth is time measured by increments. He is nothing but matter. This surprised him, he tried to think more. God laughed, he taught him to trust no one until he was dead in his grave. Gulliver looked puzzled? Where was this place. The time piece marked 3pm

The Owl scooped by, he spun like a vortex making sounds and glowing lights. Gulliver held his arm out. The Owl clawed at him again. Stop writing, leave this time for greater feats

* In study of Michelangelo, I found myself lost. At first, I felt a man who was somewhat, (soft in his manner), but then, I could not see or describe anything else but rather of an (overwhelming being) that completely merged with me. Somehow I knew, as it was someone I thought quite fondly of, a man who knows (what all this means to me), and why I am so restless, so unfulfilled, softly touching as I am lost in him.

Related to the fresco, the Creation: Moments after I completed this self study, I was compelled to take a bath. There, I washed and scrubbed my skin in vigorous motion as if I was polishing stone or to remove the cakes of sweat from a body weak and tired. This has relevancy. In this composition, it gave meaning to an artist who in his right mind was a pronounced omni-god, a genius beyond any description.

What I felt was a painter who exercised every part of his body, every muscle, every blood vessel to produce a mirage of the meaning of life, in its creation and its afterlife. I felt the presence of a man who uplifted the (world) and gave his benefactors the visions they wanted to see in a specular and glorious exaggeration.

In this creation, I felt as if (Man) was of the flesh, and at an age that stood still at twenty five. And that (God) was very much envious of his (beauty), so dainty, so longing and free. Yet, this is how Michelangelo saw the image of (God) as a reflection of himself.

Arrow of truth

The owl: If God is death, were does he sleep?

A moment in history

Gulliver watched in horror, he felt ashamed that life was too easy, and that good people did bad things to themselves. The arrow which the spider spun came straight at him, it pierced his shield and entered the place were his soul slept. The soul died immediately, its fins coiled as it fell to the waters below. The stream carried it to a place called paradise.

In the reflection of the dolphin's eye, she saw a figure of authority, a (Jew), a fascist,* a master of death and will. The man peered at her from the single strand of silk that connected them both. As she peered back, in the capsules of time, she saw the torture, the killing of lives, the belief in the almighty. The dew condensed, the beads of water dropped into an opening called hell.

Schiller spoke never of this, he saw that he heard, in a future and a time he did not concur. The man he knew now was an abomination, he tricked his people to possess a kindred hatred. The lives affected by these crimes still wonder, they, laugh and cry measuring and asking why, what on earth did .........(Distracted - memory fails to continue this thought)**

God answered the quest, he spoke in lines of vibration, in it, the translations moved to the centre of Gulliver's brain. Hate thee my servant, go far if tombs speak in silence. God stroked feinin, he blessed his memory, his determination to write. Schiller knew something about fame, he asked the light once more, May you treasure what you possess , he lives too damned to dream of greatness.

The beads of dew fell into a pit, it ripped open the cavity where souls longed to know why. Each drop saw one's own reflection, bitterness, ancient discoveries and the scroll which a key fell into their hands. God regained himself to retract, he spun back to the place where he slept. The soul rose once again, it rotated anti-clockwise sliding off all the material possessions, a home, a van, a place to be free.



* In this self-portrait, I searched to understand a man and of his deed. Here was a character full of anger, determined to face the challenges of his native home, a place which he had supreme power and abundance. An army strong and invincible. In this feinin, I saw a liar, a troubled artist afraid of his petty deeds, a lion with a terrible strike, a soft yet gentle hand. Liberty, God her mighty, charisma, misery, soulless, harm, parasite, Give away your trust, sadly, we rejoice at misery.

** This distraction came at a moment where feinin considers it the role of devil

The Hand of God

Its gravity my lord, its matter in time

Feinin walked towards the work, the matter made from cardboard resembled the spiral shape. He then proceeded to walk into the hand, This of cause is not a hand, but a giant cloud of mist,* it composed of everything you thought you knew. God's light shines, it vacillates though time, leaving tears at certain points. The character of Schiller are two energies brought as one.

Gulliver look directly at the hand of God, the storm which raged brought the boat up to the crest of a wave and then upon to flat plateau. This looked like a sun dial, the boat was beached dry and the chain was heavy to carry. Gulliver looked at the shadow, from were he stood, the dial casts at 2pm. In front of him, the disc approached, it glittered like razor sharp thorns. As it reached his face, it saw an opening., this is invisible to humans. The crystallized coil passed through it to eternity as it slid into the consciousness.. Schiller is truly fascinated by the mind, its opal shape, the blue disc that covers a porthole to the unknown. Once inside, the energy gravitates to nodes, it remaps and traces thought.. Whose it is does not matter. To the spiral, it fills the mind with possibilities.

Painters such as Salvador Dal and Hieronymus Bosch reminds us of the complexity of the mind. The shell from within is vast and void of anything but electrical pulses that carried messages to parts of the body. Where Schiller resides is in a small chamber next to Gulliver's left centre toe. The current is expelled by a force which equals all living things, gas. This gives a tingling sensation. Parts of Gulliver's mind is severely trapped, his language is a mixture of thought which remembers the past and future.

The man that casted the shadow, was the old bearded figure cloaked in black. Gulliver noticed the time increments. At the marking of two, a spider crept across it. She shed her strands, that in a shape of an arrow. The arrow pointed at me.

* In the Feinin study of Carl Sagan, he diverged; Search, begin to dream. Think, find where we exists is far beyond my conscious. A boy has time to play in the sand, marbles, pitching at the center of gravity. I am not alone here, beyond a mysterious cloud tumbling across a desert. Strange coils, spitting teeth, chewing gum women. Only if my child, risking everything for the sake of a message, We are not alone. The mystery remains, the cosmos is a gateway if we allow ourselves to think the possible, I say this for future generations solely in awe of life..

The book of lies - If so tell me why

Gulliver, the vessel and God*

Gulliver played along as he sat on the heart, the dolphin giggled with joy because she knew he was ticking her with love. The book which he held seemed torn, and the manuscripts left an impression on his finger tips. This is a Bible, Gods said. Gulliver seemed less concerned, he turned a leaf and remembered the prophet in the car. God this time took in a large breath of air, he bellowed once more, Gulliver, stop trying to shame me, it is a Bi.be.l...Drained, God took a cloud and wiped his brow. The lines of worry set in.

From the outside, a storm approached, the albino dolphin curved her fin to protect her calf. The vessel rocked, tapping side to side. It rolled as waves swallowed it then lifted it high above the seas. The suitcase inside slid down, it jammed between a plank and ripped a hole in its casing. The chain rattled over the side.

Money, my servant is a gift to you for they watch in (undefined) by the words and illustrations you bring. It is not fair to sleep under such roses.......My lord, he is a Jew

On Gulliver's finger tips, the Bi.be.l had left a deep impression in reverse. He glanced at the words, Free him, thou shall not steal between thee. Gulliver was rude, he ripped the manuscript page and folded it diagonally at its sides. It looked like a tent, then he placed it in his left index finger and it spun around with his right.

As he bathed, Gulliver felt a jolt at his ankle, this woke him immediately from his dream. He opened his eyes to see the dolphin protecting her offspring and the boat thirty feet high precariously rocking by the rage of the storm, It could topple over at any moment and toss over the suitcase, magic scroll and jewels. This would mean the end of everything, and he would then drown.

Gulliver knew he had to act, he pulled on the chain to reach the vessel, he used he strength to get on board. His clothes were wet, the suitcase looked damaged. He took control of the oar, he glanced at the woman's bottom on the beach,and then looked forward for directions. He navigated the vessel along where God's friendship in hand led the way. As the storm raced over his head and headed towards the beach. The lighting struck, Enough of your terror, shame on thee. The woman grabbed a newspaper, covered her head, and pelted inside for cover.



The hand of God is that of a beckon of white light, it glows in all directions, to find it one was believed in justice, as the core of man sits within him

* Soon after this work was completed, his mind became silent, for a moment, he could not speak English, Feinin died.

Gulliver, Gulliver, near him

The spiral and the umbilical cord

Gulliver was confused over the word of God, he felt abandon as the albino dolphin was given her fate. The seas beyond looked calm, the owl was not in sight and he needed guidance. Gulliver once again felt alone, he stripped off his clothes and wanted to bathe. The suitcase attached to his ankle kept him from not drifting too far.

The dolphin and her offspring passed by, she nestled in his lap. The blow hold looked like a cave. What Gulliver saw was a step ladder it dropped deep into her soul. Gulliver watched the shores, he could barely see the beach and that of the lifeguard. Strangely there was a brown skinned woman, she bent down a wiggled her bottom at him. Gulliver knew that dolphin communicated by sonar, he knew the tempo in which the woman danced. It sent vibrations in a frequency in which death lurked. Gulliver held the dolphin as tightly as he could, she responded by shaking her head no, yes, maybe. The ladder which extended from the porpoise's breathing chamber, Gulliver saw himself standing and stepping down.

On the ladder, Gulliver tipped slowly, he crept down the chamber illuminated by a lamp. His steps were measured by his courage. Gulliver found the place to be quite damp, the atmosphere made his sneeze. The further he went, the colder it got. Gulliver's ankle got stopped by a hand. The person looked like a peasant, he smiled and said, Good night ................I am sorry you are .............. but you really love money too.

Gulliver was fed up over the biblical and prophetical sayings, he felt forces of evil were at each entrance, they tore his focus, they cried for help. In circumstances he wanted to die.......


The spiral disk floating in matter

The soul in which Gulliver searched for is matter within all of us. The light that shines is curved and intricate measuring atoms through a linear band of colour, primary, Red, Yellow, Blue, when they merge they become green, pink and orange. The soul of the dolphin rest at her temple, it coils itself and resembles like man's a parachute. The membrane rotates anti-clockwise and the speed is in relationship to one's emotion. In grief, the soul folds up and becomes matter, In anger, the tips become like propellers, defending itself. In joy, the disk extends diagonally and rotates, it peaks, then slows by musical notes in order of, B A G# B A G#. In sex it remains completely still.

The whirling Dervish's dance best acknowledges the soul. The dress represents the disk, the bands of colours represents enlightenment. As the dancer begins to rotate, he twirls to a meditated state of consciousness. As the skirt lifts and reaches perpendicular below the dancer's neck, God's presence is achieved. In man, his soul is located at his center.

The spiral

The spiral and the umbilical cord, man and his master

Gulliver was confused over the word of God, he felt abandon as the albino dolphin was given her fate. The seas beyond looked calm, the owl was not in sight and he needed guidance. Gulliver once again felt alone, he stripped off his clothes and wanted to bathe. The suitcase attached to his ankle kept him from not drifting too far.

The dolphin and her offspring passed by, she nestled in his lap. The blow hold looked like a cave. What Gulliver saw was a step ladder it dropped deep into her soul. Gulliver watched the shores, he could barely see the beach and that of the lifeguard. Strangely there was a brown skinned woman, she bent down a wiggled her bottom at him. Gulliver knew that dolphins communicated by sonar, he knew the tempo in which the woman danced. It sent vibrations in a frequency where death lurked. Gulliver held the dolphin as tightly as he could, she responded by shaking her head no, yes, maybe. The ladder which extended from the porpoise's breathing chamber, he saw himself standing on it and stepping down.

On the ladder, Gulliver tipped slowly, he crept down the chamber illuminated by a lamp. His steps were measured by his courage. Gulliver found the place to be quite damp, the atmosphere made his sneeze. The further he went, the colder it got. Gulliver's ankle got stopped by a hand. The person looked like a peasant, he smiled and said, Good night ................I am sorry you are .............. but you really love money too.

Gulliver was fed up over the biblical and prophetical sayings, he felt forces of evil were at each entrance, they tore his focus, they cried for help. In circumstances he wanted to die.......* Line removed


The spiral, its shape and matter makeup. In the dolphin's mouth if you remember, she carried this disc. The disc was encrusted with razor sharp thorns crystallized in ice

The soul in which Gulliver searched for is matter within all of us. The light that shines is curved and intricate measuring atoms through a linear band of colour, primary, Red, Yellow, Blue, when they merge they become green, pink, orange and purple. The soul of the dolphin rest at her temple, it coils itself and resembles like man's a parachute. The membrane rotates anti-clockwise and the speed is in relationship to one's emotion. In grief, the soul folds up and becomes matter, In anger, the tips become like propellers, defending itself. In joy, the disk extends diagonally and rotates, it peaks, then slows by musical notes in order of, B A G# B A G#. In sex it remains completely still.

The whirling Dervish's dance best acknowledges the soul. The dress represents the disk, the bands of colours represents enlightenment. As the dancer begins to rotate, he twirls to a meditated state of consciousness. As the skirt lifts and reaches perpendicular just below the dancer's neck, God's presence is achieved. In man, his soul is located at his center.

God spoke over Feinin's rage, he warned that destiny had cured the spell of disbelief. Nonsense, he hath curse you my lord*. God spoke in German, Hebrew and Dutch, he wept over Schiller. It was time to abandon his host, If fools teach me to die, let me wept over my own.

Gulliver continued his journey from the dolphin's soul to her heart. He knew it beat a tag slower. The beat he thought brought a fresh memory. It called the voices of eternity to awaken.

The man sat on the muscle, he bumped up and down. He also discovered a book tucked between the vessel of joy. God watched this moment, he sang the notes of the soul. Now he realized that fate, sex and willingness to give up changed time all together.

The soul

Forget this place, it seeks death in good

As the albino dolphin swam, her pelvis propelled her like a sonic wave, she reached the surface in fractions of time. She guided the anchor to the boat's stern and hooked it on the side. The vessel tipped slightly and Gulliver turned to see her. He loved her so. She knew this, his heart beat similar and rather fast. Hers was slower in equal beats. Gulliver began to wonder over his brain, he remembered the dolphin had a larger complex one than man.

The albino dolphin was acting quite strange, she was jumping backwards and making a loud crashing sound. Stop him before he sees you died, it is the fathers of time that teaches him about greed, hate and despise. Gulliver looked closely at the dolphin, she whipped her fin threshing it about. He peered at an opening and noticed that the dolphin was about to give birth. The offspring struggled to free itself, the umbilical cord lashed to the side.

God reminded the dolphin, mother, sister, alone, obey the sea, obey nothing more that of greed, despise and shame. Gulliver felt his work had changed in the time since the Boca passing. He knew the traditions were to the future. God's word spoke softly again, Challenge me if you dare, let them wonder how great you are?

The work his spoke of dealt with an image of Christ, this was captured in pencil a long time ago. It was the real Christ. He remembers, My mind is open to things that are far fetched, I am scared because I do not understand why many lights follow me. The time you drew, i knew not to be scared of you because it was me in truth*

In the car, Finin felt a presence, it was him, he saw the passerby, things different, lighting rods, moving blocks with noise, stale air. For the moment he knew God forgave everyone because he treasured the image spoken by Imhotep. Define the energy, its completes schiller, he decides where next to go.

* This drawing is destroyed

Size matters yes it does

As the ablino dolphin swam, the pelvis propelled her like sonic wave, she reached the surface at the boat's stern and hooked the ancohor to it, The vessel jarred tipping slighly but it wiegh. Gauavavea turn to see her, he loved her so. She know this that his and her heart beat simular, his lather fast, hers slower in equal beats. Gualwat began to woder over his brain, he rembered that the mamanil that had one larger and more complex with bathing in the sea. The albino dolfin was acting qich strange, she was jumping backwards and making a loud crashing sound. Stop hime before he see you died, it is the fathers of time that teach him about greed, hate and dispise. Guadlva look closely at the dolfine, her fin was trned to him and she whipped it intenctencly shrishing it about. Guravar peered at an opening, she notive that the divine was about to give biirth. Her offspring struggesed to free it selft, the ambilical cord lashed to the side.

Memory the pursuit of Knowledge

Matter, energy, the source of love - The Soul

The albino dolphin raced to the deep depths of time, she nudged the earth lifting clouds of memories. The anchor was to her left and broke from the time piece. As she carried it back to the vessel, she resisted once again. Was it too soon, did Gulliver think over his thoughts? Did Schiller know everything about Jesus? In fact the man drawn so many years ago was indeed a servant. He called his teachings, testaments. The drawing the dolphin knew was precise, the face, the straggly hair, his high brow, chin and his fixation. Those deep penetrating eyes.

Gulliver woke troubled that his writings and drawings done so many years ago had vanished. He worried then that if the diary was found, the messages inscribed in it would be dangerous to his adversaries. From the net of jew-els, Gulliver took a golden marker and began to trace his memory. His hand automatically responded by jerking. He drew crude curves, angles and musical clefs like symbols, that he remembered in the beginning of the inscription, but nothing more.

God answered. I remember the time you were a light, you came to me and said, I know I am different on this plane. I want you to begin your journey, God tentatively motioned, Keep me in your mind, and think only of the times of Judaism

Feinin remembers the day, Saturday, (London). The place looks like a hospital masked over as a science lab. The physicians and scientists that greet him are intrigued. They look at him in
awe, wisdom and disparaging wonder. What does this artist know? Where in his mind do those facts reside?

The albino dolphin nodded her head, she kept doing it as she traveled to the surface trailing the anchor below. Was this an indication that Gulliver was doing the right thing?


Send me a sign Schiller that God loves it

.....The fruit from the tree is your temptation, go to it and smother its roots. Allah spoke up, his light grew bright, many damn me as if I rule. He that walk with swords, let him cut his palm, proof that we are the same

Moments in times - Schiller concludes his lover

Verse 2 act 3

Brothers, sisters I'll let you what, I got to fuck. Never in my life I feel so great, Jesus Christ his Saviour is here today. (Drum roll)

Naked as we stand, Schiller begins to foretell his future;

I love him. You bitch, you sick lier. What when wrong? She's a loser, a fat hippopotamus, munching on chips and watching the Young and Restless. Caren, I told you before I reach, to get my fucking food on the table.

What kind of relationship is this? What took you so long to realize he's naked.

Verse 2 act 4

Schiller, Schiller, whose this dude? Schiller, Schiller what a fuck?

He looks like a large ape with tentacles on his toes. The Ape this asshole reported came over. He politely said good morning, and when to the study. The room was quite dim, the chairs look old, and Schiller himself farted, Poof, poof
Gulliver was mused over the verse he read. Transcribed from thought, it filled him mind. Gulasvea said to him, God who ever you are, this is the times you created

Lift up the anchor, drift me away from this land

The owl and the scroll of fortune

The dolphin realized that the boat's mooring left Gulliver angry. She also suggested to the Owl that the time was right to continue his journey. The anchor which she had plowed hooked onto a timepiece, a small clock that measured the emotions of the heart. Each beat drummed a different beat, each cord pucked a different tune.

Gulliver wiped his tears, they dropped softly on his clothes then trailed onto his body. Each tear it seems carried an emotion which Hieronymus Bosch projected. Love is never missed when love never exists. Bosch concurred that his painting spoke of a dream like experience, and that he loved to explore the human temptations, namely the deadly sins of man. Gluttony was top on the list.

Gulliver's tears continued to roll, they trotted over a man he thought he could spend his whole life with. The man knew better, he knew never to separate truth from truth, love from affection. The tears that splattered on the floor measured time, the ducks that flowed, ceased.

Schiller reads: These are not Pharaohs, these are Gods of time

The dolphin clapped her flippers, she spouted water like a mushroom. The mushroom looked looked a tree, a tree that gave beauty and the abundance of life, over and over again.

...This flute you speak of, who follows its tune?

Schiller confronts Imhotep: My joy comes to me over you (spoken in Greek) this I see with my eyes, its irks, for you send me over in distance far from my birth. How I believe, now that (spoken in French / Italian /Spanish) is God. I bury your secrets with vengeance and fascination

The albino dolphin's dance of truth

The dolphin and the disc of existence

Gulliver remembered when the dolphin queinked, he also thought fondly of the owl. The albino dolphin kept nodding her head, she trapped water under her tongue and spouted it at him. Gulliver was still in tranced by his dream, he questioned himself, Why Jesus again. He needed stronger proof that it was him...a drawing perhaps.

The vessel stood very still, Gulliver felt ashamed that he still felt helpless, What to do? Who to believe? God in heaven where thou you guide so I may see their truth?

The white owl suddenly swooped down and perched itself on the bow of the vessel. He shook off the water from his feathers and nudged his head side to side drying himself. The owl turned directed a Gulliver, his eyes opened widely. In the refection, Gulliver saw himself sitting with the oar and suitcase chained to his ankle, but he saw something else behind him. A figure cloaked in black, a bearded man smoking a pipe with a lamp above him. You, you there I remember you from the nautical shell. The man responded, Stop, keep still, raise no doubt about your future. Keep thinking of me, I am you remember...then he vanished

The owl opened its beak, it extended a long scroll in hierographics, it contained symbols of birds, staffs, men with hats, standing and sitting on high chairs. Translate this and you will become free, translate this and you shall live an wonderful life with ...........the scroll quickly rolled up and retracted into the owl's mouth.


The albino dolphin and her dream

The albino dolphin was patient, she knew what really mattered was the appreciation of oneself into a world too damn busy. Her eyes filled with hope that Gulliver made the right choices in his past, that he gave the best to all that knew him. Greed, ambition and fortune were never part of the package, it was money, beauty, sex and dreams that kept its course.

....In memory, he sees a familiar man sitting, in his hand he shows a ring encrusted with diamonds. He takes my palm and places it in the centre, then forces it closed. As I release my palm open, a scroll drops to the floor, the inscription reads, "Follow not that you bury, trust those never to love in times..... You, you my Pharaoh steal all that I carry. Change is always difficult if man sees blindly....I remember you"

Gulliver wept.

Waste no time brother Schiller

Passeport international - The crown of the century, the jewel of enlightenment

Feinin woke with a self awareness that made his mind feel clean, refreshed but void. The albino dolphin which he loved still slept, her eyes were shut and her blowhole spouting small amounts of water. The dolphin's eyelid slowly opened, it was a refection of the sun's glare that woke her. The vessel to her was till moored to the anchor as it rocked gently.Gulliver slept with the magic scroll still clenched to his chest. He looked as if he was in an orgasmic state. What was he dreaming about?

In the dream, Gulliver was reduced to the size of an ant. He stood looking at a track that weaved and curved over the horizon. The air smelled of salt and lemon tea. Gulliver moved, his legs obeyed in a manner that was so complexed. They marched like the turbines of a propeller. The sand stung his face. Gulliver remembered that the suitcase was still attached to his left back leg, it swang, rotated and bounced along. As he scurried, a giant man appeared. He looked to him as if it was he, but why?

Jesus, you know what truth I bring, What? Who? Listen, I'm about to help you cross the ocean, I am not going to forget the words (memory) we spoke of....

The dolphin knew Gulliver was crazy, she knew Friedrich was dead. She queinked, Forget those tongues who share doubt, obey his command, Schiller indeed is not him but a poet still alive

Gulliver slapped the insect that crawled from his nose. This woke him. In Jesus' revisit to him, he recalls, Man is not what he thinks, he is not free but one. Gulliver turned to see her, her back was towards him, and she shook her flippers. The creator I see knows better of all man that walked the earth...the dolphin thought

Were do you come from? Addressing the albino dolphin as she spun around, queinked loudly and danced in the ocean

I know you first, he's not real, he's ashame of worth, I know his father, he's dead too, he knows Friedrich is real. Go, tell me tomorrow, if joy awaits, steal no more

Addendum: The most intelligent animal is the Bottlenose dolphin, then a wasp insect. Man falls not far behind before Ape

The spinning disk

If Schiller believes you are him, why has he not left a mark in his will


Today I can't beleicve what iam reading, this guy is strange, facasnation, what he tell us is never trust others over the knowlege you seek.

I was about to say, if report

Waste no time brother Schiller

Passeport international - The crown of the century, the jewel of enlightenment

Feinin woke with a self awareness that made his mind feel clean, refreshed but void. The albino dolphin which he loved still slept, her eyes were shut and her blowhole spouting small amounts of water. The dolphin's eyelid slowly opened, it was a refection of the sun's glare that woke her. The vessel to her was till moored to the anchor as it rocked gently.Gulliver slept with the magic scroll still clenched to his chest. He looked as if he was in an orgasmic state. What was he dreaming about?

In the dream, Gulliver was reduced to the size of an ant. He stood looking at a track that weaved and curved over the horizon. The air smelled of salt and lemon tea. Gulliver moved, his legs obeyed in a manner that was so complexed. They marched like the turbines of a propeller. The sand stung his face. Gulliver remembered that the suitcase was still attached to his left back leg, it swang, rotated and bounced along. As he scurried, a giant man appeared. He looked to him as if it was he, but why?

Jesus, you know what truth I bring, What? Who? Listen, I'm about to help you cross the ocean, I am not going to forget the words (memory) we spoke of....

The dolphin knew Gulliver was crazy, she knew Friedrich was dead. She queinked, Forget those tongues who share doubt, obey his command, Schiller indeed is not him but a poet still alive

Gulliver slapped the insect that crawled from his nose. This woke him. In Jesus' revisit to him, he recalls, Man is not what he thinks, he is not free but one. Gulliver turned to see her, her back was towards him, and she shook her flippers. The creator I see knows better of all man that walked the earth...the dolphin thought

Were do you come from? Addressing the albino dolphin as she spun around, queinked loudly and danced in the ocean

I know you first, he's not real, he's ashame of worth, I know his father, he's dead too, he knows Friedrich is real. Go, tell me tomorrow, if joy awaits, steal no more

Addendum: The most intelligent animal is the Bottlenose dolphin, then a wasp insect. Man falls not far behind before Ape

God reminds us all - No matter what you think he is real

Birth of a gift, Schiller remembers his taboo

God knew that the events in his life would be scrutinized by those too jealous. He knew what was about to happen......


By the time Feinin ended the exercises, he realized that his name, Bookmann was truly his. It was to transcend and mesmerized us of a synergy of minds combined as one.

God answered the questions, he began first by explaining who he was. A long time ago, a giant ball of matter appeared from a place we called en-jour-ney. The matter was simple, it contained nothing much but partials of ice. Each fragment formed shapes. The matter grew immensely, it rotated at speeds beyond anyone's imagination. Alone it expanded forming gravity and spread over time. Along it changed me as I remember you sitting alone, figuring out what was all this shame, I didn't understand until you said, Give him to me father, let me work his art.