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VISITING THE ENCHANTER'S SHIP

After I look for to all the places, finally I found the enchanter's ship. The enchanter's ship is far from bustle, like a house which intentionally exile from resident's ship. It was quiet, deadly still, and calm. I had seen it in the distance. I hope my effort would not cause without effect.
The Enchanter's ship has transparent blanket unlike thick cloth. Like small wooden ship wrapped with the bubble tent. It is not like enchanter ships which have confessed to visit upon previously. I saw some bizarre plant planted in some pot petrify. And I saw some article symbol which I cannot read. On the left and outspread door right some cobblestone which are so colorful, and in every window, depended by a wood decoration which is form of head of many kind of animal shape. A moment, I smelled the air of the enchanter's ship. I smelled the smoke from its island ingredient stove. I know, in there the enchanter must be gather some inscrutable water. Then I kissed the fragrance of the leaves. I only could kiss. I'd be blind to circumstance in the enchanter's ship with my chemical eyes. The enchanter's ship was in hedging by something.
I walked to draw near the enchanter's ship door.
Not yet confessed have time to behold into, the enchanter screamed to broke a spell on me, "Upyr!"
My palm burned by fire in the moment.
"No! Don't!" I shouted, with painfulness face of the fire heat.
"Go away, you damned creature!" the enchanter exclaimed with anger.
"Extinguish the fire, please!" I begged.
In a sudden, the burning fire extinct my palm. The enchanter warned me to left the place or he would burn me to ashes.
I only hear the enchanter's voice. I'd be blind to buttonhole clearly, because I'd be blind with the chemical eyes of mind. The enchanter which I visited upon that time was likely very miraculous. He could fight my strength. I told him that I need help, but no respond.
After a moment, I didn't hear his voice again. He won't let me go inside the ship, took me long time to wait. So I wait, I don't care how long.
"Enter, and don't daunt my pets," the enchanter shouted.
A little trembling, I stepped into the enchanter's ship. The ship is very bold, though it's only illuminated by some wax fire arranged by column. I saw a lot of ancient book heaped above the big metallic desk. There's a big stove above heater fire, placed in the centre of column. And I saw the animal. He has a long black cat bringing consequence, some free hare off hand in column, owl, green frog, mouse, and some other bird. I don't know how many dissimilar animals which I do not see.
"Why the animals are here?" I asked.
"It's my attempts," he answered, and then he asked, "What do you want from me?"
"I'm looking for missing friends," I told him something else. I was hoping that he would help me to find the missing.
"I'm sorry. I don't have clues," he said disappointedly. "I don't have time to talk with you. I need to go out to the woods to cut some shay-grass."
Later, he moved his stick and spelled his jet-carpet. "Lanhya Tapou tva!"
The jet-carpet sudden float and float on the air.
He whispered the superstitious formula, "Valta Andou."
The jet-carpet flown out brought him sliding on the air.
"Hey!" I called.
"Do not follow or I'll burn you. You stay on the ship!" He shouted back. I was in the ship for 5 days, he's not coming back. But the animal gave me some information about important thing. So my visit was not so useless.

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dickshake

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aphorism say that our parent have to be respected and obeyed. we are - the young - perhaps have some opinion which is unlike them at all. maybe we're opposing the oldest because of some reason. sometimes - we feel uncomfortable for their gripe or their bullshit which sometime make our life becoming - unpleasant. if you look at it - there are some of young people - becoming obedient, and some of them are becoming – the rebel. i put it to a question mark. why ? well, every person are not the same and all of us have different way. i cannot place my self on where side i am - as young people - in this time, right here, right now. maybe i am the inclusive of young people which is - have no founding

if there is a question – have i ever opposed my parent ? wow, clearly, yes i have. several times ? untold, maybe. why fight against them ? i have bunch of stupid reason which i needn't to write. for the first time, i have thought if - what told and taught by my parent are not really correct entirely. and what they command or wish not yet of course - can guarantee our life perfectly. but, at this moment - i never think of it again because – for what i have reached now – i prefer to set mind on more amount just to - giving in, hold on to it – do not run or searching escapee. above it all, i never worried thinking about how my boy would be someday, i'll give him total freedom to run his life – someday - when he’s old enough to understand. i'll raise him with my own way

probably right if - we as young people can fight for our rights. but to face our parent, surely there is - its boundary. we cannot do to mess continuously - desisting to betray our parent – it's true hurt. why i expressed like that ? lol. see – some people believe that opposing our parent is a big sin. and if we interminable oppose the parent, the infinite will give in kind penalization to us. during i conduct the opposition, my life even also have never walked smoothly. bullshit ? lol fuck my ass ! i have ever bullshitting it at first. but now i worn-out for bullshitting any kind of thing. i know little by little likely how to become the parent. how does it feel ? holy fuck ! lol. just beat your head with the giant hammer, don't desist to beat until you have anything to educate and enlarge your children wisely – until you love them truly from your heart, try to understand them, respect their dream

it's quiet easy to imagine how my life go on and on running in a circle of time on some confusing situation as if – when i have no fucking show / off from the contracts, i won't have the fucking money, so i cannot feed my son, as well as other family need. lol wtf ?! holy fuck mother god ! why write like this ? lol i think i'm just feeling happy that i've been behaving like a real nice human being this whole week, pluming on my early twenties. lol. i'm not only stir my soul just to have my music grow to make a living for my own family – but also trying to be a good parent. am i ? a good dad ? hold on – i'm not sure. what important to remember is i never think to - torture or maltreat my child as conscious as i do, i have never done that shit. what's good in the mean time - as long as i have more time to play with my son – not always leave him all the way with my lady. all these months walk at ease - i hope everything will be just calm like it further – to a better life with the health around us. wait a minute ! today - i feel the money scattering groan my fucking face – god damn it ! the next day, i'll have more gigs coming up. that means – i'm going to be very fucking busy here and there, then again - soon i'll have no leeway to nestle with my little boy or my lady – they'll be far away for a while. wtf ?! the world full of muzziness. go licking the fucking wall right away or jerk off around the street now ! shit !

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i shut-off for a while
listen to the lullaby - including 2 some you've ever listened before in dmusic a year ago
i don't know whether putting another link of music page like this in this journal is againts the rule or not. well i apologize if it is

i'll be back in a week

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met my old band when i came to my friend's funeral. who died is the drummer from dub etro, my old band - because of drugs. why most of my friends died because of drugs ? i know the answer's maybe they don't want to stop using it. and when i questioned myself how about me and drug ? it's one of my bad behave, on the past. i'm still taking sometimes when i miss it, no comment. let's just leave that behind. no more drug talk, it makes me paranoid even for a little

have benefited that i could come in contact with my old friends after the funeral, although our relation isn't so near like first when we were use to hang together. some of my friend know about me have accepted the contract from cult music for solo, but previously i have warned them all in order not to ask me that thing. then they enquired me, whether i still play guitar or not. i surprised - to hear their question. how about me and guitar ? i have seldom exercise, and i know once if i experience of a lot of retreating ably to have my guitar skill, on my way. since i accepted the solo that only rely on the voice and music which isn't so rely on the guitar, i never have time to exercise playing guitar because i'm too tired to idle this and to idle that

by my time returned to home from the funeral, i couldn't stop to think of me and guitar. all day long, i could't stop ponder about me and guitar. i have disregard - about my loving to guitar because i have the other work - what i cannot leave, and the money - absolutely could guarantee my family's life. i thought about it until i couldn't sleep. so, i tried to play guitar. i was in the room playing guitar, with little mezza, sitting beside me - sometimes watching, sometimes playing with his toys. after i finished playing guitar, i was weeping. holy fuck - why i become a sissy weeping in front of my little boy ? i can't play good guitar anymore, i don't like it. holy fuck - what's wrong that i'm not good anymore ? i thought, i have to find the way so that altogether return at me again. surely there are ways. momentary, i watched little mezza, holding my guitar. there's a thought - will he become like me later when he's my age ? now i know how parent think of their children's future. all - full of dread, cannot scale

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for no reason, the 'fuck syndrome's' going on at home, the manner's gone to the other place far away from my reach. on the other way, the 'work' - never stop. easy year, for 'not bad' money - buy milk daily for the young, put zwitsal in the small little package made by rotan. lucky strike! the drink - never stop, of course. point is - i always try to keep my responsibility

what wise that men do, negative or positive, dangerous or safe, bad or good, wrong or right, false or true - the whole real deal is the benefit for all. no wonder i'm holding my heat all the way, hiding my both hands in my pockets - locking all my slipy fingers with armor chain rings. i'll try to hang on for uncertain time, couldn't wait the time to let it all go so i could run to their place holding my machine guns, pointing it to their fucking forehead - blow their head off one by one til i reach the climax. what isn't wise if i point the gun at myself and bang ! what a fucking coward ! no can do

fuck my capability ! in fact i hate being spread in the free space, or other sarcastic communion where they could shout their mouth calling for nonsense. i don't believe that there are nobody thirst for fame, except me, i'm sick of it, i'm sick of watching people shouting, puke some dogshit from their mouth and piss the cement everywhere on the earth wall, sitting there not sleeping for years to reach nothing but fake fame which is no result shown for themself. wtf. lord have mercy - i just want peace and health - came up a question in my mind so sudden - who wants the earth to adore you as their god or their hero ? holy mother fucking god ! what a pathetic way to run life like that. why did i say that ? that's just pathetic. shit

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today is april 13th - my girlfriend's birthday !

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fuck to the solo and fuck to stevan

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not funny

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