Report #6 Those cavemen

So real absurdist fiction, bottom-up or top-down. What's the right direction, left or right? Could you leave me alone? Then as you asked, she left. What's the matter with you? I would like to say, there's nothing wrong I can still entertain. On this planet, it's the least you can do. A place full of distractions, my wallet powerless, we are tied, tired, and as they keep saying wrong. we are wrong, of being sensible. reasonable, and empathetic.

Let's make a castle again, ready to fall apart. I'll build walls made of clouds, soft as inspirational quotes, and beautiful, beautifully far from others prejudices, I'm not bulletproof but I can hide out of your target, and be safe, I'm safe now, and all the time. Every time I think, your universe, others universe, I'm just passing by. In your Time line. Scroll up. Scroll down. whatever works. It's fine.

Report #5 Liver versus Lover

yeah, you get the nobel you go to jail, there's nowhere to go, it's your country it's your nation

you speak their hearts, people's heart, the power of others gets shake, you live the life they let you. you can not decide, but you wish. you're married and get cancer, not at the same time, but as remarkable events, nothing seems so light nothing more deep, but you dream deeply. about sharing power, and people's decision respected. Respect it.

In jail, you sleep, and dream, about living in a different country, with a girlfriend, and a happy family, you dream, of freedom, even though you do not achieve in reality, you're fine .. in the dream your favorite singer is about to enter the stage, you kiss your girl .. nobody gets hurt, nobody dies. you just can not wake up anymore.

Nobel reward won't compensate a woderful night with your great lover.
Killed by a liver cancer.

Report #4 Blood bond x Mind bond

A bond, a connection, my experiences and imagination. Someone told me about a dream. I can't say we had the same dream even though we have shared the same porridge. life is unkind sometimes, and I miss you. I miss me, myself and I. no-sense. I carry myself all the time, everywhere, now and then I share myself, sliced like bread, little pieces of my heart and soul to whoever is interested. I feel pleased sharing is my way of living forever. and that's what immortality means. I can't say anymore. I love me in you and all of you in me.