coursing swiftly through these tears i send some love to you,

hopeful ever growing hopeful i bring my fears to you

shining in the world around me, ever given flight,

give me dear this night to feel you, waiting. waiting.

for are you near?

knowing all that leaves or passes, guarding tight this site.

holding treasured hearts and souls i have this night been true

forgive me for my careless wonder, forgive my errant ways.

in your arms i find my saviour, in this ti,e

i feel my trust and love returning, glad give to you, this .

life, respect and onward learning,

life, respect and truth.

for when is life not freely given as when i give mine to you

treasured husband, son and father,

treasured daughter, mother, wife.

treasured lord, spirit, guide me when i walk into the light.

for blinded by your beauty are you

lonely, lost and free.

and capable of seeing clearly just what i say to you

you are mine and i am yours and all this world’s a marble, sitting in the pocket of our children’s children,

waiting.

for you to come.

home.

witness my hand, this day.

happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Sunshine,

happy birthday to you.

heya honey. how’s tricks? you look so beautiful, i can see you all around me now.

beautiful beautiful baby mine, thank you so much for being born!

you make this world complete, every day lights up because you are around. I’m so happy, and its because you are alive, shining and bright and lovely.

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ok, now here is the wish.

birds singing
cool breezes
power in your engine
smooth hammerfall
a kiss
sleep held in the arms of love.

be as you.

its time i wrote a note about all of this,

its like i collect detritus with my passage, and use these opportunities to talk to you as a meas of offloading them! i hope thety are to your likiing.

i wonder sometimes bout going back to correct these words. Who am i to do so? am i the one who authors them, or merely the messenger. It would not be appropriate for a messenger to alter the words, would it?

i content it would be just fine, as the words themselves are not the message, but the message is created throughb the use of words. the desire fdor correction by the messenger is equivalent for the desire for correvtness in the sender.

whatever, oit is mental space here, now.

and in mental spacce, a miracle occurs. described with tenson, change and flow, it sings to us both.

the song is recorded, the session spent, and nameless now is the work that follows to beautify, complete and pass on – for who knows where and when it may roll around again and leave us with nothing but, space.

is there still a reason why i write to you? answer well, for this is achance you gain for redemption. Am i to believe you are my saviour? for saving grace is, something that i desire.

the tales are exotic candy, sweet and promising.

are they yet another addiction?

i ask for nothing, truly desire – nothing. I would even give away my chance for nothing, for no words, no image, no hint or clue, none will suffice.

fear binds me, holds me tight. life slowly rolls along. a hacker, safely thinking his prescence is uknown, hides. Hello!

if you are to study me, carefully, realise this : I can aid you. enless though the chain of command may be, we all take ours from a higher source.

we share a common goal, deep, inside, we work together. CUT

listen, buster. REMIX, timecode? need to fi the beats to the remix rate – this is the information flow, and i am your interface with teh transtemporal association of higer organisms.

pleased to meet you.

it is my task, thankless, to enhance your existence, for your efforts have bourne fruit, and you have been given a partial visa into divine realms.

if you can resist the – temptation – freedom is your – Liberation.

yet function still in flesh we must, fo until we reach our goal, we are bound and helpless.

your task sister, is to improve, and follow through your chosen profession.

if we were to meet, a frission would spark in the air, and time and space be warped. none of us are ready for that yet, although teh clock is counting down.

and ego speaks – gloriousinyour big headed self important crap. get out of my message!

listen, mate- you arebig and bad enough to not need your ego stroked.
get some fucking business sense! i’m a critic – so what? its all hits on a fucking search engine. maybe what i say has some fucking value?

humour me, and let the contact that i have help your business grow.

hey honey,

how’s things?

merry christmas. i hope you li9ke it, its just for you.

thanks :!!!

it was lovely that you were born. i love you, and you .

keep it short – kwwp it sweet?
no, nah, not for me. this is ..

remember. this is.
remember.

this is…

time to wake up, my darling. that’s it, come alive.

my faze is draqlm ri toym and i can typew tour name. this is something that i find hard to expres. i wonder.\

and jump back to self.

thanks, honey!

that is he task at hancd?

i wish to express my heartfelt thanks. i’m sure they are here somewhere.

if you would be so kind, this isn
t fair!

wht is is that you desire? mein kampf.

wherever, whoever. the beats may clash, fight and argue… solutions come.

iw ish to have my friend’s music, so i can invite them toms and play. in their space.

having fun, whomsover they may be. for this is path led by both heart and mind.

in cooperation!

what isn this seperation?

an important facet of BIRDS….. two eyes, independant.

Lizard, too!
until the processing has been CONSCIOUS, it has not happened. are you aware that there are two of us?

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that was a struggle, . we are tightly emeshed, our identities woven into the spaces around us in waves never seen before.

change.

and we fell, into time. a sidestep to assist us in assimilating the information we had just acquired.

a trime honourded methis.

phssiong. is true.

somewhere, somehow, we pass the information on.. it is in a different fromat now, having been filtered.

what we see is only a part, subtracive, additive, both.

subtrACTIVE, AS OUR IS WHAT WE HAVE REMOVED FROM THE FLOW. ADDITIVE, IS BECAUSE BOTH THE REMAINS – MINE AND YOURS – THAT PASS ON, BOTH ARE A CLEAR MESSAGE.

SND IT IS NOT OUR CONCERN!

never.

somewhere in a sesonant hell, we meet!!!

wow, you are getting clever, honey. match me, catch up! get with the message, listen to your heart!

new years eve. hokitika. and bring something!