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    PATH-LIKE AND PATHY-LIKE

    2152. day
    22nd November 2010

    love-kiss

     

    I love-kiss

     

    I love-kiss You

     

    let’s love-kiss

     

    love-kissed ones

    through love-kissing

     

    God

     

    I am an alphabet of God’s language

     

    first letter

     

    first digit

     

    first kiss

     

    first rebellion

     

    first fucking

     

    first face

     

    first punishment

     

    first love suffering

     

    first picture

     

    first miscarriage

     

    first book

     

    first step

     

    first walking

     

    first path

     

    first rose

     

    first Universe

     

    all beings

     

    God

     

    I celebrate You in my body

     

    You are the Miroslav Mandic Museum

     

    the oldest trace is this trace

     

    the horse with which my uncle Ziva Oprin and me were ploughing was called Pathy

     

    travel my pathy-like word

     

    fuck me my rose-like freedom

     

    free pussy is the most expensive pussy

     

    free dick is the only dick

     

     

    I LOVE-KISS YOU MY LOYAL CONSCIENCE

    2153. day
    23rd November 2010

    player and attacker like

     

     

    patiently

     

    through seing and providence

     

    through passing

     

    suddenly and unexpectedly

     

    through truth and sour cream

     

    list night I said to Ivana that I was making these days celery and mayonnaise salad

     

    I wanted to draw her attention on celery and at that moment I

    lied because I haven’t made the salad with mayonnaise but with sour cream

     

    I lied so that I wouldn’t have to explain how last three months

    I allowed myself to buy butter once. twice or three times sour cream. twice or three times

    cream butter even though I decided not to eat dairy products from new year

     

    even though the lie was harmless it woke me up last night and disturbed me

     

    I felt I have to do something

     

    or to admit to Ivana or to admit to all beings or to tell it to the dice

     

    I won’t be eating dairy products even though sometimes I might take something

    with them because except for the vegetables I remained only on

    mayonnaise margarine and bio cheese

     

    I’m writing this for three reasons

     

    to thank to back up and strengthen my conscience

     

    so that the beauty of the truth in the words that I’m writing doesn’t lose its glow

     

    so that the other could trust me even more

     

    it’s so much harder to lie then to tell the truth – Srdja Popovic said these days

     

    I love-kiss You I love-kiss You my loyal conscience

     

    I’m speeding up because the temperature is beginning to drop

     

    I love to trust everybody

     

    it hurts me if somebody doesn’t believe me

     

    who believes me they make me immortal

     

    who lies to me and distrusts me they kill me

     

    it feels nice to be shy in front of all beings and in that way be liberated from myself

     

    naked outside and inside in front of everybody. without secrets and lies

    it makes me so happy

     

    dusk is falling. I feel the chills of live

     

    strength dies off. everything retreats into itself

     

    preparations for the night should be done. to surrender and trust dreams

     

    graveyard gate is not yet closed

     

    I will go through the graveyard... one black dog attacked me

     

    God give so that I don’t betray anybody

     

    Hello Miroslav! A month ago my girlfriend and I have decided

    to walk longer for the first time. From Karlovci to Zagreb. And then I

    remembered, well who would be more delighted to hear that then you?

    Greetings, Matija 

    an e-mail from Matija who was reading Rose of Wandering as a sixteen year old was awaiting for me

     

     

     

    VIBES

    2154. day
    24th November 2010


    a cat is licking three kittens

     

    I didn’t think to begin like this but I saw them

     

    I wanted to speak just from the mind

     

    but since I started going this way I’ll carry on

     

    that’s what wandering is

     

    it is as it is

     

    without hesitation

     

    and wherever I get

     

    but I’m always here and now

     

    here-everywhere – now-eternity

     

    from now to all nows in all times and all directions

     

    it’s good

     

    let it stay like that

     

    always good and just good

     

    even when it is not good let it be good

     

    even when You are not good to me so that You are good to me

     

    like this airplane that flies over me

     

    this man that is coming towards me I often see on the lake

    and it’s same today even though I went three hours later. same as him

     

    we don’t know each other. we don’t say hallo. but I always see the smile

    in his eyes when he looks at me

     

    it’s really nice to be on the lake

     

    behind my back I hear the sound of the bicycle which is coming closer

     

    seven workers are sitting on the benches around the table and waiting for

    their working hours to finish

     

    let my words be pleasant to Your eyes

     

    let my words be gentile to Your ears

     

    everybody chooses when to die – said Jerotic last night

     

    I hug Your soul with the body of the word

     

    I love-kiss Your spirit with the body of the word

     

    everything is curative

     

    that’s that

     

    dried branch on the road

     

    gentile voices that are spreading

     

    through vibrating

     

    through walking vibes for You

     

    MIDDAY CONCERT OF LOVE IN THE UNIVERSE

    2155. day
    25th November 2010

    midday of love

     

    from today my mobile phone will ring love to me at noon every day

     

    love for God You and all beings

     

    love in every day

     

    love in each of the 84600 seconds of every day

     

    constant love

     

    God

     

    I’m always talking about You God

     

    I’m always talking through You God

     

    when I accomplish deep understanding with somebody in the end I say or write God

     

    two or three people have recognised that and they immediately answer God

     

    when I don’t understand or I disagree with somebody I also in the end say

    or write God so that God would carry our misunderstanding and disagreement

     

    12:00

    mobile phone is ringing – bells of love are ringing – love is ringing

     

    so that from today love bells are ringing to every being

     

    hey all beings of mine turn your mobile phones your clocks computers

    from today and let the bells of love ring at noon through the Universe

     

    to feed the hungry

     

    to feed all those who are without love

     

    to heal the sick

     

    to bring the money to those who don’t have the money

     

    to resurrect all dead ones – so that Universe feels good

     

    to enlarge the strength of love of all those who love-kiss the love itself

     

    I love to shepherd and garden the other but only those who want and love to receive

     

    when I was thinking before 12 noon of hungry and unfed children

    which there is more and more

     

    I remembered Marijana and Sun and their children Luna and Teo

     

    I was thinking what to suggest to Marijana and Sun so that

    the love of their family would radiate and feed the unfed children

     

    I found the solution but I thought that it would have burden them and then I decided

     

    I will do something similar for myself

     

    and

     

    I decided to remind myself every noon and love-kiss

    with love that is feeding everything and everybody

     

    I immediately turned on my mobile phone to ring every day at noon

     

    that’s how everyday Midday Concert of Love in the Universe has begun

     

    I’m watching the infinite sky and clouds which are constantly cuddling up in it

    through changing their shapes... I see your face. I love you I love you I love you! A

    I got this message at 12:22 pm from A who didn’t contact me for a long time

     

    cold air smells like sweet smell of cold melons

     

    WHILE WE ARE DANCING IN OUR EMBRACE THE MUSIC OF LOVE IS SLOWLY SPREADING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE

    2156. day
    26th November 2010

    here they are the bells of love are ringing

     

    the bells of love have found me in a painful conversation with the close person

     

    agreement – God’s poem. disagreements – God’s glory

     

    last night it just started. it just sparkled here and there. just few snowdrops started falling

     

    a mother is beating her little girl but the girl is resisting and laughing. it’s obvious that

    she cares more for hiding the humiliation then surrendering to the physical pain

     

    little girl reminded me of beatings that I was getting in my childhood

     

    that struggle with pain and humiliation

     

    Kaja thank You for the beating – through beating You directed me towards God

    Kaja God

     

    I’m drinking wine in order to drink up all pains

     

    and transform them into God’s joy

     

    not a moment without God

     

    everything for God

     

    only through God

     

    a sip of God

     

    a byte of God

     

    sometimes I would love if these speakers would blare so much more

     

    sometimes in a blessing I would love to howl

    even louder then Allen Ginsberg howled in all his poems

     

    sometimes I would love to be more relaxed then horse’s

    dick after ejaculation of any one of the relaxed poets

    this is written good exactly the way it is written

     

    although most often I want to be just myself

     

    nothing

     

    God

     

    next year as well I would love if You would buy me a cream cake for Your birthday

     

    if You can’t say to all beings who I am tell them that I’m nothing

    all of this that I’m writing is not addressed to You but to You

     

    sometimes You can shit on me – that will be so good for me

    since our relationship and the world is such a piece of shit

     

    I remember only the divine in our relationship and don’t remind me of anything else

     

    I remember only the orgasms of our innocent passions and agreements

     

    I only remember excitement with everyday that has fulfilled and joined us

     

    I only remember painful howls through which I killed myself

    in order to love-kiss You forever

     

    if You ask me for the rest and our misunderstandings I will say just – God

     

    if You insist that I tell You what I think of the rest and of tolerance

    I can just tell You get the fuck out of my sight

     

    Miroslav Mandic fucks everybody’s mother because

    Miroslav Mandic is everybody’s mother

     

    Just Love-Kiss Me – I gave You my hand and I told You my name

     

    I Love-Kiss You One and Only – You said Your name and gave me Your hand

     

    I M RINGING

    2157. day
    27th November 2010

    while I’m walking up the hill the bells of love started to ring out of me

     

    mobile phone from my pocket is ringing the love of noon

     

    I’m walking and ringing

     

    everything is spinning and love-kissing each other

     

    my feet are my road – my palms are my roses

     

    Universe is the nest. Galaxy is bed. Solar system cover. Earth pillow

     

    don’t enslave me with the daily bread – go fuck Yourself

     

    don’t corrupt me with the power – go fuck Yourself

     

    don’t seduce me with illusions – go fuck Yourself

     

    go fuck Yourself – give up mortality

     

    go fuck Yourself – immortal tenderness for You 

     

    yesterday I found out that one person turned on the mobile

    phone so that the bells of love are ringing every noon

     

    the nature of pussy is innocence that is confirmed through use

     

    the nature of cock is creation that is confirmed through singing

     

    I’m singing to You my only pussy

     

    take care of me because I’m throwing myself into the abyss of Your heart

     

    with love I’m breast feeding all beings that are breast feeding their younglings with love

     

    fallen leaves are breast feeding the soil with immortality

     

    courage through the radiance is breast feeding yet uncreated

     

    poem

    wet nurse

    of mine

     

    breast

    my

    art

     

    You are writing me – I’m breast feeding You with reading

     

    get us drunk with the milk of all beings

     

    pussy love-kisses through the spine

     

    dick love-kisses through the knees

     

    we are in each other’s eyes

     

    love in our eyes is God

     

    eye

    god

     

    I hope I will before the New Year tattoo Universe

    on my left temple and word bud on the left side of my neck

     

    15:16

    I would love to tattoo word pussy and word dick on the inner side of my thighs

     

    the most tender

    tenderness

    of tenderness

     

    You are my most tender tenderness my tenderness

     

    the abyss of my love is the first swing of the wings of You freedom

    while You are flying remind me to hum You about God’s Mother

     



     

     

    FOR NOW AS FAR AS I KNOW FOUR PHONES ARE RINGING THE MIDDAY OF LOVE

    2159. day
    29th November 2010

    I’m nooning

    it started to ring

     

    I’m walking

     

    I’m love-kissing

     

    I’m ringing with the bells of love within all beings

    I’m still ringing

     

    melody in my mobile phone is gentile. it starts

    quietly. it’s coming from the far. quiet lullaby that wakes

     

    today I was surprised by the midday concert of love. even though my phone rang

    like it did before I was wondering who is calling me now. I rejoiced somebody’s call

    but I couldn’t answer because I was breastfeeding. I saw afterwards that it was love

    calling me

    this was written in this morning’s e-mail

     

    here the alarm at 12 noon just rang !

    I got an e-mail from the third person who is ringing with love

     

    dark is quickly falling

     

    it got dark around my desk

     

    the light from the screen is lighting up my keyboard

     

    as if I was already in the cave

     

    I’m beginning to guard myself with the childhood

     

    I’m continuing to write and guard everybody’s childhood

     

    the childhood of all younglings

     

    love is sex of all beings

     

    I will cook one potato one carrot

    one onion and I will add to that one tin of beans

     

    it was lovely when I was peeling off the potato

     

    when I was peeling the skin off the potato was glaring with its juices

     

    the carrot was red and sparkly

     

    onion was white. round. full of water

     

    I love people who are careful towards the water I thought to myself

     

    those who are guarding the air

     

    people who are kissing the light

     

    poets who are making suns of love out of common places

    story is telling about the details of common places. novel is making ironical statements about them

    poem is reviving the immortality through the common places

     

    it’s darker and darker around my Bud

     

    dark is filling in the room

     

    goodness is glaring in all things

     

    good people are making good things

     

    midday of love love-kisses the love of midnight

     

    right now I’m listening Love Supreme by Alice Coltrane

    I’ll look up tomorrow on the internet who is Alice to John Coltrane

     

    don’t turn on the light while I’m writing

     

    don’t turn off the light while I’m kissing You

     

    morbid things are just unspoken love and un-cried sorrow

    TILLERS AND SOWERS OF LOVE

    2160. day
    30th November 2010

    midday bells have rang while I was taking the photo of my face

     

    they took me by surprise

     

    rejoiced me

     

    made me smile

     

    the ringtone is so nice that I never turn it off

    I turn it off only when it starts ringing again ten minutes later

     

    it’s cold. it’s raining

     

    they say that everywhere in Europe is snowing

     

    I’m so alone. there is nobody for me

     

    there is no either Nobody or Somebody

     

    Nobody and Somebody are probably visiting somebody or are with somebody

     

    if I am so alone I’m taking the opportunity to love-kiss deeply

     

    this curve on the uphill of Visoka street

     

    it’s cloudy

     

    at shoemaker’s Srki the lights are on

     

    everything is wonderful after all

     

    it’s wonderful that I’m walking

     

    in some moments rain looks like wet snow

     

    but first snow is not yet here

     

    my stomach hurts a bit last two or three days

     

    I will rejoice when the first snow starts falling

     

    another kilometre to the Nest

     

    legs are walking by themselves

     

    it’s warm in the room

     

    nor warm not me are not alone anymore

     

    it’s raining and the gutter underneath my window gurgles like a stream

     

    I would love to inform all the people that every noon bells of love are ringing

    for all beings. I don’t know how to do that. therefore I will just ring and love-kiss

     

    sometimes I’d love if all those I’ve met in my life would be sitting at the same table

     

    so that I can look at them. enjoy in them. so that I could get up and say

    I’m happy because you are here and I’m sad because you went out of my life

     

    I love-kiss all those who are tilling the soil and sowing the most noble kind of love

    a woman who begged me today to give her ten dinars and who told me I’m absolutely freezing

     

    love of all beings to every being

     

    only those who don’t have the family live in one and only family

     

    only those who have their love taken live one and only love

     

    only those to whom God is forbidden live in one God

     

    AND

    2161. day
    1st December 2010

    bells are ringing

     

    step by step

     

    bell by bell

     

    I heard

     

    a dog lifted up his head and he’s howling while barking

     

    workers are planting new trees on Ada

     

    wind is very strong

     

    I buckled up my hood tightly to save me from the wind

     

    at certain moment I bend to the right and leaned on the wind

     

    two more people have told me that the bells of love are ringing to them as well

     

    love-kissing

     

    I heard her voice

     

    path of love is the path from innocence to love

     

    rose of love is the rose from love to innocence

     

    I heard her voice after forty seven years

     

    joy

     

    tranquillity

     

    peace

     

    sameness

     

    everything I’m watching is even more beautiful

     

    everything I see is love

     

    I slowed down

     

    half an hour ago I decided I’ll make a call when the midday bells are over

     

    bells have rang

     

    and

     

    when the midday bells were over

     

    I made a call

     

    I was nervous

     

    it was like forty seven years ago

     

    she smiled few times

     

    that made me feel so nice

     

    in the end I told her you made me happy

     

    she smiled again

     

    NARROW PATH

    2162. day
    2nd December 2010

    while I’m walking down Kirovljeva street the bells are ringing

    from my jacket’s upper pocket

     

    they surprised me and carried off

     

    church bells from across the street also started to ring

     

    I’m thinking of seven people to whom midday bells are also ringing

     

    I’m in the Nest

     

    alone

     

    word

     

    narrow

     

    is

     

    the path

     

    of a being

     

    I’m listening to the music

     

    music

     

    music

     

    doesn’t

     

    deceive

     

    it surrenders

     

    to

     

    me

     

    I’m opening up

     

    to

     

    it

     

    narrow is the path of agreeing

     

    I’m not stopping

     

    being of all beings

     

    is awaiting

     

    for me

     

    alone

     

    exposed

     

    I’m singing

     

    for

     

    everything

     

    God

     

    ROAD-LIKE AND TAVERN-LIKE

    2163. day
    3rd December 2010

    I started to cry

     

    that’s good

     

    I’ll feel better

     

    just if it would last

     

    if it would flow

     

    just flow and flow

     

    so that everything flows away

     

    I didn’t have what to write about anyways

     

    crying cures

     

    I stopped crying

     

    I didn’t cry enough

     

    Hank Williams is beginning to sing – I’m beginning to cry again

     

    he died when he was twenty nine

     

    singer

     

    rocks by the road

     

    highways of singing

     

    John Lee Hooker is singing

     

    teas are the sperm of immortality

     

    immortality is God

     

    I never talk about immortality without God

     

    immortality doesn’t exist without God

     

    God is God

     

    best way to write about crying is to cry

     

    best

    way

    to

    write

    about

    singing

    is

    to

    sing

     

    guard me my fucking

     

    God – my road male singer

     

    God – my tavern female singer

     

    God – language started talking through love-kissing

     

    I never told You how much I love You because it was the way

    to love You more and more. to constantly resurrect You through love

     

    I never cried while being within You and I so much should have cried

    for hours days years millenniums – to cry myself out within You like a child

     

    I’m

    a

    child

    I

    fuck

    and

    cry

     

    I

    fuck

    cry

    dance

    sing

    make-God-like

     

    God

     

    MIDDAY BELLS OF LOVE ARE RINGING AND THEY ARE TELLING ME

    2164. day
    4th December 2010

    happy sixty first birthday Miroslav

     

    one man is always the conscience for all people

     

    I love hierarchy

     

    hierarchy is every being’s relationship with God

     

    there is no hierarchy among beings

     

    people are making hierarchy among beings

     

    people are making hierarchy among themselves

     

    I don’t respect any of those hierarchies

     

    I love and I surrender to one and only hierarchy between me and God

    God

     

    a neighbour two floors up whom I never saw rang on my doors and

    asked me to turn the music down at least on Saturday and Sunday

     

    I never knew I’m bothering somebody with music

     

    I would never like to bother anybody

     

    and I would love to listen to music even louder

    I love-kiss You irreconcilable

     

    I was happy because the door bell has rang. I thought it was You

    or that somebody is visiting me for my birthday. humour is really all-present

     

    the neighbour was kind. sorrow is even more present

     

    humour and sorrow are going hand in hand walking step after step on this fucking world

     

    I was ashamed. I turned down the music and found one beautiful radio station

    WFMU's Rock 'n' Soul Ichiban — Obscuro hits from the 50s & 60s

     

    it’s hard for me because I’m a foreigner

    but if I was something else I would have been long dead

     

    listening to music is my job

     

    holly duty

     

    when the planes are flying over You can’t do anything

     

    when the cars are making noise and pollute You can’t do anything

     

    when the music from concerts and stadiums is driving You crazy You can’t do anything

     

    I turned You down music – You are within me my insatiable one

     

    I exist as if I don’t exist

    I am Julian Assange

     

    that’s how I survived all these years

     

    I lived as if I didn’t live

     

    I love-kissed

     

    I created

     

    I sung

     

    I am singing

    God

     

    I am creating

    God

     

    I am love-kissing

    God

     

    GLORY TO THE LOYAL SHOES

    2166. day
    6th December 2010

    they are ringing – I’m smiling

     

    nothing is forever – sais one of three women whom I was passing by on the lake

     

    I agree – nothing is forever – everything is forever

     

    in last two months I parted with two persons

    who were closest to me in last two-three years

    pain God

     

    now I’m completely alone

    alone everything

     

    Universe

    You

     

    God

    I

     

    love

    You

     

    poem

    I

     

    I parted in order to save the love

     

    I parted because I’m a child and I don’t stand lie

     

    I don’t stand betrayal of the light that sparkled in the relationship

     

    after the breakup I feel ashamed

     

    through shame I guard the light of the person whom I parted with

     

    in the relationship in which I was everything now I’m nothing

     

    that’s how everything guards me

     

    who wants to love-kiss me is already immortal

     

    who wants to compete with me shouldn’t even try that because they already beat me

     

    and You the one who betrayed me rejoice because

    it is the glory of the one who is not betraying me

     

    betraying is passion which kills sex

     

    banality of betrayal

     

    I took the photo of high boots which I wore eight-nine years

     

    they are from waterproof material

     

    Vera Varady bought them form me

     

    they were loyal until they were finished off during my Saturday walk

     

    mighty sole has fell apart. I thing that repairman Srki couldn’t fix them

     

    I don’t know if I should throw them away or keep them

    best thing would be if I would sell them for 33 times bigger price then the one

    I paid for them even though I think they are worth at least 333 times more

    and in the art scene their value couldn’t go below 3333 times more

     

    I love-kiss those who are written off because they are suffering for everybody else

    for everyone who is written off I rise up the price of my written off shoes for 33333 times more than the buying price

     

    in life there is only You

     

    in spirit only I

     

    I in life is nothingness

     

    You in spirit is stupidity

     

    explanations are immoral

     

    MIROSLAV MANDIC IS ARRESTED

    2167. day
    7th December 2010

    when I came back from the walking I heard the news that Julian Assange is arrested

     

    brave ones are on Julian Assange’s side

     

    clever ones are on Julian Assange’s side

     

    honest ones are on Julian Assange’s side

     

    unselfish ones are on Julian Assange’s side

     

    future is on Julian Assange’s side

     

    the name of this time is Julian Assange

     

    by arresting Julian Assange this civilisation is dead

     

    I know little about Julian Assange but it is clear that he is the path

     

    I know everything about Julian Assange through who is accusing and arresting him

     

    at this moment some kids which are born are named Julian Assange

     

    birds are spreading the truth about Julian Assange

     

    freedom responds to the name Julian Assange

     

    animals are preparing themselves to defend Julian Assange

     

    joyful ones are tattooing Julian Assange on their skin

     

    everyone who is alone is Julian Assange

     

    I’m imagining a lot of young people who are doing a lot

    for this thing which is called Julian Assange

     

    those young people are conscience as well as leadership of this world

     

    ten year olds are rescuing the world from the corruption of grown ups

     

    money is a child

     

    all money are all beings

     

    banks are the property of teenagers

     

    autopoiesis of existing energy is within hearts of young people

     

    goodness and beauty are in hands of young people

     

    thank You Julian Assange for giving Your name for this decisive struggle

     

    this struggle for good and beautiful is real because it is

    the same with all struggles from the beginning of time

     

    those who are singing and weak ones against false ones and those who are too strong

     

    thank You my Julian Assange – You are my sweetest Peace Pilgrimage

     

    my jester I love-kiss You

     

    poem

    of

    mine

    don’t

    be

    afraid

     

    don’t worry about me

     

    Miroslav Mandic is Julian Assange

     

    I am Julian Assange

     

    WHO DOESN’T SURRENDER TO THE OTHER DEATH TAKES THEM

    2168. day
    8th December 2010

    like few days ago seagulls now fifteen grebes

    are on the fence including You and me

     

    warm rain is silently falling

     

    I approached the lake to watch it falling

     

    why are the rain circles so beautiful

     

    some are bigger some smaller

     

    they look like flickers

     

    water kisses with water

     

    I climbed up to the path. rain can be heard here. it falls over the dry leaves

     

    through the sounds of rain I hear how grass is growing

     

    grebe is spinning in the water with the fish in its beak

     

    a little while ago I saw a man writing something on the

    cut down tree trunks. now I see that murder was written

     

    on this tree trunk it’s written crimes! murder

     

    I love people who are sympathetic with other beings and who are fighting for them

     

    that won’t go through. there is no God – says a girl to the

    older woman while nervously opening and closing the umbrella

     

    seagull is flying over the water with the little fish in its beak

     

    I close my eyes and lift my head. rain drops are pricking my face

     

    first year of the first time second ten year walking is coming to an end

     

    I am the face of walking

     

    I walk with the face – I walk the face

     

    face to face

     

    a woman came out of the café and stretched out her hand to see if it’s raining

     

    I also love walking because of its graduality

     

    all steps make walking but not a single one can be omitted

     

    walking unites space and time

     

    space of walking pleases time of walking and vice versa

     

    through walking I begun to love both space and time

     

    walking connects Earth and Universe because one

    leg is constantly on the ground and the other is in the air

     

    over the soil through the air

     

    I love-kiss with face

     

    I’m gonna go just in case. I’m going to pay the bills – says older gentleman to

    the lady and the gentleman who he was strolling with while going to the public toilet

     

    walk over my face

     

    my nose

     

    who surrenders to the other is love forever and love-kisses forever

     

    TWENTY THIRD AND TWENTY FOURTH TATTOO OF MINE

    2169. day
    9th December 2010

    gentlemanly

     

    today I will tattoo the picture of the Universe on my left temple

     

    on the left side of my neck I will tattoo the word bud

     

    that will be twenty third and twenty fourth tattoo on my body

     

    I took the photo of the left side of my face on which there still was no Universe or Bud

     

    when I come back from the lake I will shave myself and prepare for the tattooing

     

    Universe is the biggest being

     

    biggest being that fits into the heart of every being

     

    being of all beings

     

    tranquillity of all beings

     

    Universe all-being

     

    the bells of love are ringing – there is grace in my heart

     

    the bud on my neck is the creation of the Bud of All Beings

     

    Bud is the total work of Miroslav Mandic and

    each individual work of Miroslav Mandic Art

     

    the bud of minerals

    the bud of plants

    the bud of animals

    the bud of the spirits of nature

    the bud of people

    the bud of the higher intelligence

    God

     

    when I climbed the hill strong and cold wind started to blow

     

    everything stirred up. I only managed to get to my stationary shop to buy

    plastic foils. for the first time I met there man and wife who are both owners

    and sellers. I told them they are wonderful and kind and that they look alike in spirit

     

    enjoy in each other – I said to them in the end

     

    I got out of the Damir’s studio. cold rain is falling

    temperature also dropped for ten degrees

     

    from now on my temple had nested the Universe

     

    blue dots are the sanctuary of the Universe

     

    Bud started budding on my neck

     

    when Damir started tattooing the Universe on me. my twenty

    third tattoo I saw that he has tattooed number 23 on his arm

     

    twenty three is my number – said Damir

     

    tattoo on my temple was hurting a bit. I almost didn’t feel anything on the neck

     

    it’s such a joy to write on your own body

     

    I am a body of a word

     

    I hope that from now on Universe will fell easier and better and that it won’t be alone

     

    I hope that from now on all beings will have the refuge in the Bud on my neck

     

    I hope that these two tattoos are dear to God as well

     

    I took the photo of the left side of my face with

    tattoos that are still covered with ointment and nylon

     

    let’s enjoy in each other

    dedicated to all free shelters for the rejected ones

     

    I am a bud of my lips on your neck Miroslav

    TO HER GODLY FACE

    2170. day
    10th December 2010

    first cold day

     

    for the first time this year I saw the ice

     

    everything was prickling from the clearness on the lake

     

    sky was blue

     

    water in the lake was blue

     

    I was walking easily

     

    as usually

     

    I was thinking about writing

     

    about how most exciting for me is writing down the word itself

     

    any word

     

    every word

     

    appropriate one

     

    inappropriate

     

    sexy

     

    swearword

     

    swearwords are my conscience

     

    every word is God

     

    I am the one who swears

     

    a wife to the unnoticed male

     

    a husband to the rejected female

     

    beauty of the unnoticed ones – Godly goodness in all things

     

    goodness of the rejected ones – Godly beauty in all beings

     

    at one moment I was walking after the dry little leaf that wind was carrying

     

    where are You now – my little dry leaf

     

    I love-kiss you locked up ones

     

    I love-kiss you disdained ones

     

    I love-kiss you mudlarks

     

    I love-kiss everyone who takes the frozen ones into their body

     

    I love-kiss desperate ones

     

    hungry ones

     

    I love-kiss the woman who is receiving a large amount

    of sperm of many men on her face with a smile

     

    I love-kiss water as water

    I love-kiss water as clouds

    I love-kiss water as rain

    I love-kiss water as ice

    I love-kiss water as snow

     

    I love-kiss every being who is suffering through the fight for the rights of all beings

    dedicated to Liu Xiaobo

     

     

     

    FRIENDLY COUPLES – GODLY BUTT FUCKING

    2171. day
    11th December 2010

    freedom

     

    I’m walking

     

    writing

     

    singing

     

    freedom of all beings for the art of freedom of every being

     

    freedom of every being for the poem of freedom of all beings

     

    I love Your butt cheeks

     

    beauty butt fuck me with your goodness

     

    praying and thanking

     

    dancing and singing

     

    doing and being

     

    creating and singing

     

    pairs of love

     

    friendly numbers

     

    look

     

    through healing steps

     

    just

     

    how

     

    beautiful

     

    every

     

    word

     

    is

     

    with butt cheeks

     

    through butt fucking

     

    butt cheeks are body’s face cheeks

     

    eyes are cheeks of the soul

     

    soles and palms are cheeks of the spirit

     

    bend over for me my loyal one

     

    butt fuck us health

     

    watch me innocent one

     

    love-kiss us love

     

    I’m supply footslogging You supple one

     

    caress us with Your palms God

    especially now I would

     

    SNOWFLAKE

    2173. day
    13th December 2010

    snowflakes are flying like meteorites

     

    that’s how life flies

     

    disperses

     

    disappears

     

    like a snowflake

     

    life snowflake

    guard me within Your heart

     

    last night fatty tissue on my back started suddenly to hurt

     

    I was so weak. so I am now as well. exposed and unprotected

     

    what is left for me to do is to thank to the pain

     

    to encourage myself after cowardice

     

    to project myself again after being spiritless

     

    being worthy of the body of every being

     

    loyal to everybody’s soul

     

    without conquering

     

    without seduction

     

    constantly loyal to the unexplainable

     

    to the beauty that surrenders to goodness

     

    to the goodness that makes surrendering god-like

     

    there is less and less people on the lake and more and more dogs

     

    they are hungry

     

    exhausted by coldness

     

    crows are nesting in the tree tops even before the dusk

     

    seagulls and grebes are not getting into the water

     

    I was praying for health

     

    curing myself with the most remote and the closest

     

    the most remote is equally far as the closest is close

     

    outside is the same as the inside

     

    I experienced this while I was praying and walking

     

    I’m still thinking of a little cat that curled up in the middle of the road

     

    I remembered last night’s spider that I saw in the bathroom

     

    he made me happy while walking quickly away next to the bath

     

    with the philosophy of the spider and the religion of the little cat

     

    we are

     

    FLOW OF THE LIFE ITSELF

    2174. day
    14th December 2010

    dry snow is falling

     

    young geometer is checking the height datum

    on a little bridge across the Topcider creek

     

    I’m warming up my nose with my gloves

     

    I’m going downtown to give money for the Nest

     

    I love imagining snow falling over the open sea

     

    I leaned the mobile phone to my ear. it’s snowing. wind is whistling

    bells of love are ringing

     

    I love to imagine a man on the road

     

    man on the road is a call of unification and harmony

     

    man on the road is a lullaby to God

     

    I love everything that is the way it is

     

    without beautifying and acting

     

    without fear and domination

     

    like a hill

     

    like a snow dust whirled by the snow

     

    like a beautiful poor boy who is carrying bread in a plastic bag

     

    I didn’t find the notebook but I bought Alan Turing’s biography

     

    I slipped over the ice with my left leg

     

    Vesna and me were drinking coffee and we talked for an hour

     

    I enjoy agreeing permeating and identifying with somebody

     

    I didn’t speak to anybody for few days

     

    now these seven kilometres that are in front of me make me feel good

     

    walking. silence. flow

     

    I was thinking of something and at one point I felt how

    my arms are swinging next to my body while I was walking

     

    grass blades are trembling on the wind

     

    tram driver rang to me because I was too much engaged

    in watching the birds high in the sky

     

    it got dark and gray and everything became even more exciting

     

    while I’m walking cold wind is blowing in my face and I feel

    that I’m somebody when I’m nobody

     

    that I’m something when I’m nothing

     

    legs are walking. arms are swinging. I’m happy

     

    I felt nice and I missed the road

     

    through any road one can be on the right road

     

    through any road one can make a turn to the wrong road

     

    it’s got dark. little sisters are shining. my snowflakes

     

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