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No relations without expectations.

The human swap of feelings is focused on social healings.

Interactive processes to enrich the self-esteem.

In the end no one is altruistic, so it seems.

Beyond the material desire lies the objective of feeling good.

Or at least be known as reliable, especially in the neighbourhood.

Narrow-minded thoughts preferred over thinking profound,

acting as solid barriers to avoid breaking new ground.

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Crucial decisions postponed till further notice.

Tagging, begging for time.

Emollient circumstances seem to create new chances.

But only patience enhances.

There’s no way to escape, only to stall.

Unavoidable the conclusion that, in the end, the winner takes it all.

Yet, who’s to win and what can be won?

Will it compensate the main burden?

Or should the objective only be, to live a life that is free?

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Roll the dice and behold the score.

To anticipate does not work anymore.

It’s all a game, a gamble to make.

No guarantees given, no compensation to take.

In essence this conspiracy is merely a debate,

in which companionship and empathy collides with extreme hate.

The game is indefinite, now one knows who’s to win.

Nor when rounds are completed and new ones begin.

Until then all expectations for tomorrow are gullible,

regardless of their content.

All efforts to achieve the objectives are efforts needlessly spent.

Don’t push the game, it is a system; preprogrammed to go.

There is no other way than resignation

and to go with the flow.

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Silence for comfort, noise for pain, sun for enjoyment, rain for regrets.

Second thoughts abandoned, standing naked and bare.

The gift of real feelings accepted with fear.

Wishes and dreams pronounced clearly.

The sound of screaming faded away, the whispering remained.

Tears solidify, leaving an insignificant trace.

Arms wide open, receptive for love.

There is no other objective,

not here,

not now,

not anymore.

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Objectives in retrospective, thoughts for the brains.

Needs and considerations leading to new pains.

Manic or pathetic, who will be the judge of that?

The choice of any individual between standing up and going flat.

Emotions and motions thrusting in order to ease the pain.

Standing still can’t be accepted,

nor actions left in vain.

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People tend to search for artificial means in order to create a fulfilled emotional

balance.

Yet, the balance of life must be found within oneself.

Although perceptive to all possible impulses people should be aware of what external

influences may distract the main objective of life:

to live life as a process of development

in which every stage can be looked upon as positive.

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Cars racing, pushing themselves along the highway.

They’re on their way. Whereto, with what cause?

Are they carefully weighing the significance or are they just blindly copying behaviour

of others.

Why be there? Why be there on time?

Why hurry when the objective can wait.

What’s the objective anyway?

Cars going in one direction.

Taking the inevitable u-turn in the cause of the day.

It is a never ending sequence.

Day in, day out.

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Time is only of significance for those who measure their accomplishments within a

short span. Time can be indefinite to those who choose to live their life as an ongoing

string of lessons, progresses and results. The objective of the happiest is not

determined by time but by impact.

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Wacky individuals, tacky liaisons.

Limit exploring until it gets boring, the lack of satisfaction constantly deploring.

Unaccustomed to the liability of the ability to lie. 

Holding on to the truth, regardless of its horrible content.

Rejecting the fact that rules can be bend.

Crushed intentions, scattered ambitions, yet love is still able to grow.

To get there together is the hardest way to go.

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1.     I’m walking on an unlit road. Together with my boy of 7. The night has fallen, the road is dark. Yet even at sunset or at midday the road keeps dark. There are no signs, no directions. It is a long road and there are many obstacles to pass. I take my son’s hand firmly into mine and I lead him safely far away from where we were. I tell him not to look back, but do so myself. To enjoy the view of a past shrinking at every step that I take.

2.     Time is only of significance for those who measure their accomplishments within a short span. Time can be indefinite to those who choose to live their life as an ongoing string of lessons, progresses and results. The objective of the happiest is not determined by time but by impact.

3.     Cars racing, pushing themselves along the highway. They’re on their way. Whereto, with what cause? Are they carefully weighing the significance or are they just blindly copying behaviour of others. Why be there? Why be there on time? Why hurry when the objective can wait. What’s the objective anyway? Cars going in one direction. Taking the inevitable u-turn in the cause of the day. It is a never ending sequence. Day in, day out.

4.     People tend to search for artificial means in order to create a fulfilled emotional balance. Yet, the balance of life must be found within oneself. Although perceptive to all possible impulses people should be aware of what external influences may distract the main objective of life: to live life as a process of development in which every stage can be looked upon as positive.

5.     Objectives in retrospective, thoughts for the brains. Needs and considerations leading to new pains. Manic or pathetic, who will be the judge of that? The choice of any individual between standing up and going flat. Emotions and motions thrusting in order to ease the pain. Standing still can’t be accepted, nor actions left in vain.

6.     Silence for comfort, noise for pain, sun for enjoyment, rain for regrets. Second thoughts abandoned, standing naked and bare. The gift of real feelings accepted with fear. Wishes and dreams pronounced clearly. The sound of screaming faded away, the whispering remained. Tears solidify, leaving an insignificant trace. Arms wide open, receptive for love. There is no other objective, not here, not now, not anymore.

7.     Altitude, latitude, attitude. Spanking, banking, high ranking. Invest, incest, inquest. Confidence, residence, henceforth there are no questions asked, all answers withdrawn. No place to hide. Height, width, weight. Dimensions with no cause. No reason for applause. Meaningless words, searching for rhyme. Triggering the reader, a blurred vision remains. Immaculate thoughts ruined by stains. What the fuck is this all about? Figure it out.

8.     Yearning temptations unable to ignore. Yet, ignorance is tempting. Digital emotions mailed to numerous recipients. Useless feelings converted into digits, crystallizing emptiness. Self-indulgent philosophies are mistaken for religions. Terror became hype. Ample resources are merely applied to satisfy material needs. Obtaining as a main objective, sharing as a forgotten habit.

9.     Fictions with no restrictions. Gain for the brain. Stimulating and ejaculating. Visions respected, critics rejected. Feelings accepted, but only when adapted. Intellectual distortions in monstrous proportions. No need for discussion, just use repercussion. Feast your mind and get inspired or wait until the thrill expires. Applicable beauty, don’t neglect your duty. Look and see: objectives for free.

10. When we realise that traces of life on the soul must me regarded as valuable lessons learnt, we are able to accept that happiness is not a continuous process, but a short memento. The objective of life should be to generate as many of such mementoes as possible, yet each memento must be followed by periods in which we learn new lessons of life. Or else we will not be able to recognise happiness anymore.

11. Juicy stories about forgotten glories make you realise that times are changing. What will our children remember of their past? A technocratic world that didn’t last? Will they remember the 11^th of September? And the consequences of big expenses? Or will they be the ones who make it right. New philosophies built on fright. Will they have honourable objectives? Or are they bound to loose themselves in digital prospectives? What will they learn of the contemporary views? Will they be capable to pay our dues?

12. If you render my perceptions, use colours as a language to make the adaptions. Do you know which colours to use to create the state I’m in? How would you possibly begin? Did you ever explore my questions and doubts? Do you recognize the silver linings on my clouds? Do you have a full concept of my needs and expectations? Or are you afraid, because you’ve been hurt in earlier relations? Here are some directives because I want the image to fit. I don’t trust your vision, not for a bit. My independence may intrigue you, although I’m not tough. So don’t use solid colours, don’t paint it too rough. If you colour it black it will be too sad. Because I’m in love, you may use some red. Different shades of blue create an image that is pure. Let orange stand for the pain that I had to endure. Green is obsolete because it’s coy, throw in some yellow to express my joy. Use other bright colours to finish it off. The objective is to see myself, don’t forget that my love!

13. Roll the dice and behold the score. To anticipate does not work anymore. It’s all a game, a gamble to make. No guarantees given, no compensation to take. In essence this conspiracy is merely a debate, in which companionship and empathy collides with extreme hate. The game is indefinite, now one knows who’s to win. Nor when rounds are completed and new ones begin. Until then all expectations for tomorrow are gullible, regardless of their content. All efforts to achieve the objectives are efforts needlessly spent. Don’t push the game, it is a system; preprogrammed to go. There is no other way than resignation and to go with the flow.

14. Preoccupation prevents me from doing my work. No concentration to focus on reality. Hungry thoughts fill my brains. Sweet memories of the bacchanal pleasure to taste and cherish your body. Every inch, every part. I long for your touch, your warmth and passion. Blood fill my loins, the yearning commences. Spasms, orgasms as the ultimate objective of desire. 

15. No relations without expectations. The human swap of feelings is focused on social healings. Interactive processes to enrich the self-esteem. In the end no one is altruistic, so it seems. Beyond the material desire lies the objective of feeling good. Or at least be known as reliable, especially in the neighbourhood. Narrow-minded thoughts preferred over thinking profound, acting as solid barriers to avoid breaking new ground.

16. Yo man, stop worrying and visit this event. Our programme offers only sheer enjoyment. Get enchanted by the ladies, get as stoned as you wish. There’s liquor for everyone and time to reminisce. Let’s party indefinitely or at least hours long. Just forget reality, it will make you strong. Listen to the music, don’t miss any dance. Enjoy yourself intensely, for it may be your last chance.

17. Movement, acceleration, speed. Is it greed what we need or are we afraid of defeat. The satisfaction of the beat while your head hits concrete. This is not a serious matter, there’s no reason for cold feet. So just let’s meet and forget to cheat. Undo what’s written, so there’s nothing to read. The main objective is to delete.

18. Circumstantial evidence of crimes that don’t exist. The schizophrenic life of a bigamist. Or the megalomaniac who dreams of subjecting mankind. Lacking any concept of humanity, suffocating in his own vanity, he may just as well be blind. Spectators convert to imitators. Ambivalence only used as a poor excuse for the incapability to choose. Hypocrisy rules, manipulating fools. Psychology at low cost makes feelings frost, all objectives lost.

19. I caress myself, imagining it is you and remember the things you do. Your mouth so warm and tender. In your hands I easily surrender. The yearning itch reaching its peak, burning me up, making me weak. The rhythm takes over, I loose control, can’t stop anymore, until we reach the mutual goal. Come to me baby, make it all right; my objective is to cherish you every night.

20. Mental health in danger. On the edge of breaking down, strength was found and captured. Maintaining survival against all odds. Who wants to be found in a doggy bag, as a tasteless left over? The past merges with the present. Flashbacks appear, colliding with reason. Tears of anxiety leave traces, but not as deep as before. To forget is an unachievable objective as long as loose ends remain untied.

21. Crucial decisions postponed till further notice. Tagging, begging for time. Emollient circumstances seem to create new chances. But only patience enhances. There’s no way to escape, only to stall. Unavoidable the conclusion that, in the end, the winner takes it all. Yet, who’s to win and what can be won? Will it compensate the main burden? Or should the objective only be, to live a life that is free?

22. Pleasures are the real treasures. In a world that’s cold, who’s looking for gold? How could that protect us from hard measures? How can we keep our tranquillity, when we seem to miss the ability to be satisfied with just be pleased. Even when not every pain is eased. Positive thinking as basic objective ensures, that people are receptive for all kinds of pleasures.

23. What good is an elated mood when it’s faked? The authenticity of our intentions is indisputably the only valid pretension to exclude compromises. Everyone despises: suppressed opinions when there’s no freedom of speech. Choke or provoke, dispose of the leach. If there is nothing left to render, sue them for slander. Or turn around and reach for the alternative objective of surrender.

24. In a way it’s okay to delay, saving the best for another day. Yet decisions that are hard to make, enlarge the chance of making a mistake. Waiting can be tolerated only when the anticipating goes on. Continuously surveying the possibilities, to orchestrate them as a song. But when patience turns out too hard to endure, I start questioning myself if there will ever be a cure. No cure, no pay.

25. Tension, apprehension, suspension. Thrill or chill, who’s paying the bill? Is an untold fact a secret or a lie? Why is honesty so hard to come by? Who wants to stay in the wrong place, who appreciates a door slammed in the face? Ascent, elevate, fly. Fly away, set a new course. Release from the past without any remorse. Or return to how it all begun, the days and nights filled with warmth, honesty and fun.

26. What’s the objective of a dreamer? Is it just to have a dream or is it visualising wishes yet to redeem? A dream should be immaculate, free from stress and pain, leaving dreams coming true undisputedly only for the insane. Only they believe in ongoing satisfaction, because it is life itself that they are faking. Realists understand that every dream ends with the inevitable waking.

27. Giving in, giving it all, nothing left to hold back. Give and take, for heaven sake, cut me some slack. No comfort until I see you, even when you don’t see me. No balance until I hear your voice, caressing my ears tenderly. Disturbing thoughts killing my brain, the fear of loosing you sustains. Without reassurance the mission turns out impossible, the objective unfeasible. What the hell is reasonable?

28. Cruising, choosing, ample time to mesmerize. Motels for one night, budget priced. Mileage making, energy taking. Reading signs to avoid double fines. Impressions, so many, so extreme. Landscapes to capture in our dreams. Weather conditions switching within the hour. No room for elements that turn the experience sour. Chill out the moment, leave tensions behind. If you close your eyes for the objective, you may just as well be blind.