chapter 1:

No pictures!!!! ???

Please

?

Well...

i guess it's about time.
i started writing that book.

THE IRISHMAN

Thursday night.
Time?
driftwood, i think.
buffalo

PHEW!

pressure's off!
ready for a change.
of location?

seeing chicago soon.
finishing my "journey of the aunts".

god damnit, it's good to be home :)

sketch

This has been ZENEROBICS, I'm your host, Adi Renhawd.
Join us next time as we explore kickboxing and the sound of one hand clapping.


Thank you for spending your valuable time with me.
And remember, sweat it to forget it!

To: the one who reads me

It doesn't have to make sense
It's poetry
It's prose
It's philosphy


I've learned to:
Knock and the door shall be opened
But be careful not to go to far
Knock incessantly and the housekeeper will most certainly be digruntled
The door may be open
If only because I busted it down
"Wings but no eyes figure unheedy haste"
And busting down will figure damage and repair


So still I shall be
Go to my prayer in silence
Smile at the moon
Love Always,
and PRACTICE faith

check your spark plugs....just the gap

yes, you CAN have your cake and eat it, too.
but once you finish it...you can't have it anymore....

and cake...well, cake goes straight to your hips
so eat slowly!!