The great story of Greeningen. Scape 6

Seringes, blueberries, appeltrees full and heavy, red cabbage wide open, the northern ringway is being Completed. Deep forest, the doggydays passed by, zero casualties. An arctic expedition is being in preparation. The nanny turn 48 without a party. The book of roses is becoming extraordinary. I am so happy. Everything fits. I feel free. I fly. August 2015.

I surf on the inter net, now such a delightful thing to do. The rest of the flying Dutch people are festivalling or being a tourist outdoors. Men with brains and hearts are preparing. For an expedition heading North. No more needles. I looked upon my savior. Again. While a was looking at the moon, with my grandfather at my sight, somewhere in the middle. The man Ha! was sweetening polar bears. In the beginning of this year I spoke out loud my true nature. It needed two huge glasses of red wine. Surprisingly good wine, considering the etablissement. It tasted so sweet. Where is He now? Did he make it, 74? We were so young. So far a part. The Beatles so loud. If only I could make him understand. Feel the same. It's allright now. Look:  poolstation.nl poolstation.nl  go to polar bear research, the video.

Freedom to fuck your mind

There are different kinds of freedom.
One is the freedom of complete individuality
One is the freedom in the liberal sense.
One is the universal value of freedom.
Which type of freedom do you think Mindfucking stressed most?

Is it a change in a persons reality?
Is it completely individual?
Is it a elite human privilege?

Or...

Is freedom the choice that cariës the most responsibility.
The choice for freedom still generaties obstacles.
Like advice not asked for.
I like to keep my distance from the mainstream.
The mainstream, the yellow snow, it is so predictable.
Lifes already lives. The tao of the elephants.

Reves. Drens. Dromen

There are magic moments, involving great physical fatigue and intense motor exitement, that produce visions of people known in the past ( en me retracant ces details, j'en suis a me demanded s'ils sont reel, on bien si je les ai reves.

There are also visions of books as yet unwritten

The Great Story of Greeningen. Scape 5

The book without date.

PLAY DEAD

Darling stop confusing me with your wishful thinking hopeful embraces don't you understand? I have to go through this I belong to here where no one cares and no one loves no light no air to live in a place called hate the city of fear I play dead it stops the hurting I play dead and the hurting stops it is sometimes just like sleeping curling up inside my private tortures I nestle into pain hug suffering caress every ache I play dead it stops the hurting

The Great Story of Greeningen Scape 4

The nanny came to call her to the telephone, and she, politely smiling, followed her into the living room.'In the first place, my dear love,' said Elisabeth W.B., 'Why is so hard to find your new number?' Left without a trace, didn't you? In the second place I want to congratulate you.......What, haven't you controlled it yet? (She hasn't looked upon any soundresults yet, said Elisabeth P.T. turning her misspiggy, voices toward someone out of sight).'Well, in that case, are you seated? I just received this txt: The newly blogged collection of poems by the unknown teacher Lucia H.G. strikes. Shall I come over to your place, now. I want to go give you the biggest hug possible. Not possible? Good as well, too bad. Ahhhh.'
 As she put down the horn, she sat down for a while. Her head was spinning. What now? The nanny, alarmed by the silence, slowly approached, trying not to be too loud, very aware of her tiny presence, which can move the air in seconds, to cause a cooling tender. The word okay filled the room. She saw the easy going shirt and jeans and these awfull practical shoes, her hair done according to a fashion for much younger women. Upstairs, she had to go upstairs again, avoiding more unbearable sights. All this was a view. Not looking than it does not exist. Move away. She had never thought of it that it would be this way, that people, somewhere on planet earth, would immediately appreciate her gift.