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ONLY EVERYTHING AND THAT BY ITSELF AND IN ITSELF
two women have told me that they have also revolted against women
five people have supported me in revolt against women – therefore I announce the revolt finished so that it wouldn’t end up winning and being triumphant I’m guarding sanctity through the sanctity of humour only fragility everything only everything is everything the rest is pain all or nothing because of the trepidation of light and fear from nothingness one chooses mediocrity mediocrity or nothing because of the unbearable mediocrity and fear from nothingness one gets into misery misery or nothing because of the fear from nothingness one remains in misery by rejecting everything human progress ended up in misery You don’t have a problem with others You have a problem with me You don’t have a problem with me You have a problem yourself with me You have splendours that You don’t foster nor live and hence the problems that You have with me and with yourself and with others my beloved-man nothing in this world is mine because all of it is me my beloved-female when I address somebody with my I’m talking about the quality and sameness and not about taking hold of and affiliation my particles you are my pigeons my cells you are my doves my vibrations you are my lullabies my light You are my lamb my walkings you are my swallows my faces you are my grasses my pussies you are my snails my cocks you are my sparrows my theories you are my clouds my tiny one You are my big one my big one You are my tiny one my soft-speaking You are my cognition my cognition You are my arch-confidence my arch-confidence You are my resurrection I’m happy when the beauty of a poem makes me cry all poems are hymns the climax of walking are silence and dancing – this is what I would go on for days the climax of creativity are love-kissings and fuckings – this is what I would go on for years the climax of singing is becoming the same – this is what I would go on for days one two three – let’s go again fragile
TEN YEARS AGO
ten years ago on this day of 8th November 2001 I finished the Rose of Wandering
I was walking for ten years
I was drawing for ten years
I was writing for ten years
I was building the bridge between millenniums for ten years
I was creating the Blue Rose in the Universe for ten years
I walked around the planet Earth and carried on walking through the Universe
Universe became the measure of my steps
love became the quality of my breath ins
creation is transformation
singing is identifying with
by now all of that was finished. I felt as if I have taken
off a great mountain of my shoulders that I was carrying all the time
Nada Petronijevic-Covic was forty four at the time
Nada was the only one who was at the beginning and at the end of the Rose of Wandering
imagine pleasure in my chest
that is you Miroslav in my chest
you say
light is bending down
I enjoy immensely in Your cleverness that nobody notices
I enjoy immensely in Your defeats which are only affirming You
have ever been thinking the way the female elephant does
have you ever come like a Universe
have you ever fucked with coming winter
have you ever been opening a book as you were opening your heart
have you ever doubting yourself exchanged for the faith in the other
have you ever in the tail of your spine felt heaven
have you ever experienced that You are William Blake
have you ever followed me in heights
have you ever supported me in taking off
have you ever asked me everything that You cannot even ask at all or Yourself
I have finished the Rose of Wandering with 82.025.168 steps or 62.339 kilometres
today I’m on the 7522nd kilometre of the Bud of Walking. one completely different walking
on the Rose right Achilles tendon was hurting me. on the Bud left as well as the left heel
I took the photo of the first and last Grass on the Rose and
I will put them on the site. I also took the photo of my face on the
first and the last day of the Rose of Wandering and I will put them on the site
for few months now the programme for the site has been making problems and that exhausts me and makes me powerless
ten years ago it was also sunny and warm day like this one
I can’t put the photo of my face ten years ago on the link Face on which
through everyday photos of my face I’m singing the walking of the Bud of Walking
it’s Your glory God
TWENTY YEARS AGO
twenty years ago on this day of 9th November 1991 I started the Rose of Wandering
Nada Petronijevic-Covic was thirty four everything was scary possible Atlantic Ocean in front of me nobody was preventing me from swimming it across and I flew over it never until then was I so small in front of something so big that’s now in my bones nothing ever depended so much from me and I was the only possible answer to that becoming a path on the road becoming a rose through wandering blue rose of the Universe after the first step which took me to the ten year long wandering I burst into tears a flock of geese flew over me there was no return during the preparations for the ten year long walking I was calling the Rose of Wandering by the name Wandering Through Europe the idea for the Wandering Through Europe was born on 10th October 1988 in Tubingen one year later on 9th November 1989 Berlin Wall came down I don’t remember if I already knew it and then forgot about it or I found out today that the Berlin Wall came down also on 9th November nonetheless I set out from London on 9th November 1991 on ten year long walking as I went to jail for a year in Sremska Mitrovica on 9th November 1972. that day as well thirty nine years ago was same sunny day like it was twenty years ago when I set out on ten year walking. sunny like today as well when I’m writing about all of that I wanted to begin the ten year walking before January 1992 when the European Union was supposed to start forming and I wanted to create a sanctuary over Europe with my steps. I wanted to affirm boundlessness of space and timelessness of time. I decided that the first step of the ten year long walking will be on 9th November 1991. latter on the forming of European Union was postponed since not all the conditions were created and I set out without any conditions in Days of My Life I proclaimed 9th November the Day of All Beings lights and joys of wandering for Rose of Wandering in 200… 2000… 20000 years… sun wanders to this very day for every moment. every point. every being Bud of Sameness finished book of Rose of Wandering for the book Miroslav Mandic which I’m currently writing Bud God Bud of All Beings Bud of Art Every Day Bud God-Sex-Money Bud Nest Bud Universe Bud Walking finished walking of the Rose of Wandering for the walking of the Bud of Walking which I’m currently walking today new Berlin Walls are being torn down light buds through love alone for everything You-I and I-You singing-You creating-You walking-You love-kissing-You making-You-immortal making-You-God-like love is alive life is immortal singing is creating is walking sing me creation create me walking walk me budding
THIRTY YEARS AGO
thirty years ago on this day on 10th November 1981 I was thirty two
in the book I am You are Him which was still in manuscript at the time I wrote I am a glass of vine, a book page, a child’s kiss, a gram of heroin, municipality authorities, vestibule of vagina, foundation of a new house. Reasons it was two hundred and thirty fifth day since I started writing I am… I lived within the discovery of I and I was singing it is beauty that I was discovering in everything I of spring I of cold night air I of the swallows in the air I of the morning shadows everybody’s I was setting me free from my I and was filling me with beauty of any I. identifications with anybody’s I was making me both being sung or poet of I I was singing me the spoon in the compote of quince I embarrassment in writing I the iris I yearn for fucking I bud I didn’t know anything nor I could have nor I should have known about the Rose of Wandering Bud of Walking Miroslav Mandic Vera Varady who just sent me these words from that how somebody who you just briefly looked at while passing by them beholds the world, from his or her blessing or benevolence everything depends on. you see their look and you are in the other place. I didn’t know yet. I will meet her a year later and she will be during these almost thirty years my most steady friend on the last Leave for 10th November 1981 from the painting Leaves – Tree of Life I wrote black on white like day and night I loved more and more the very simplicity simplicity in everything and simplicity after the jaundice that I had in April that year fears from death began that were in some moments driving me insane and annul me living sometimes isn’t anything else but just surviving. celebrating the life itself. but let me go back to the I and art of I that I discovered and that opened up to me that mathematical ecstasy through writing through which I lived thirty years ago and which was happening parallel to the fears of death through which my I was dying and God’s I was getting born one and only I through which I’m singing and to which I’m singing for thirty years now through everyday repetition and with the repetition of the everyday singing through writing Miroslav Mandic Writing may it never stop with singing
we’ll carry on – all beings are singing to me
FORTY YEARS AGO
forty years ago on this day on 11th November 1971 I was twenty two
I was disgusted with army since I was sixteen. now I was in it today I’m sixty two and I can just confirm that everything connected to army is evil it’s sad how human males are engaged in such miserable ideals like killing I admire anyone who transforms and from war within him or herself makes paradise in the other killing slows down the development of brain of the male who are fertilizing their females like killers males transform yourselves and create a world without killings and enemies with your courage army enslaves and rules the man army or shopping it’s the same I experienced paranoia for the first time it was in the air I could touch it I was in the cage I was a bullet that kills a target for shooting I didn’t know anything at the time nor I could nor should have known about the jail I went to in a year and a half ten year works that were waiting for me to obey them obedience as the peak of creativity the book I am You are Him which was waiting for me ten years later pussy love You were nowhere around I was exposed youth has ended it was killed I was left only with life in couple of months the power of life in February kisses has regenerated me that’s when I started loving buds my brain has budded in my heart let’s dance forever a boy within me has survived and saved my Godly sex that they were killing we are singing tonight as well I am bowing to that boy tonight as well I am praying with that very same sex with the sex of innocence I have survived through the innocence of sex I am eternal tonight me the twenty two year old am walking towards the tomorrow’s twelve year old one towards you wife sister daughter mother whore female-friend of mine always and forever
FIFTY YEARS AGO
fifty years ago on this day on 12th November 1961 I was twelve
I didn’t know back then that in two years I will have my first kiss with Oljenka and that eight years later Ljubica will die I knew we are poor but I felt free I’m coming to You world – that’s how I was growing up child people little boy of goodness boy of life joys I was becoming more and more myself all sorrows and joys were in my glands and sperm that was accumulating and getting ready to rush out of me like the blood of girls that was at that time beginning to flow out of them I was surviving for three years Milomir’s death because of which I thought I was going to die as well I survived – sex won over death – the sex of wonder of life itself sex towards older women I am twelve this afternoon as well and You are thirty three my beloved physical ecstasy of the surge of life was unstoppable running running running football football football standing long jump listening the radio. cinema. reading books I don’t remember what happened on 12th November 1961 but I know that in twenty days our saint day was coming new fustian shirt indescribable celebration of light with each cell within me I was rejoicing every cell in the Universe I’m loyal to every being through sex there is no fucking with childhood and boyhood everything that exists was me That Is Me Love Is My Name all-cinema while I’m writing about that twelve year old boy as if I’m writing about this sixty two year old one come same my selfishness throughout all these years was complete surrendering to You the one who knows me will know what I am talking about my song throughout all these years is singing for You every moment my friend who love-kisses me knows who am I singing about ouch I enjoy writing innocence innocence love-kisses moment moment sings innocence eternity You say
EVERYTHING IS ALWAYS FOR THE FIRST TIME
I spoke a lot of words on Saturday and Sunday
I believe good words my speech has opened up it was speaking me God through God it made me tired and now my web-site is not working Iran Romania lead me my words to Ethiopia everything in each heart to achieve friendship companionship of love of one and only love when the seed of chestnut flies when You don’t understand anything but You believe me more and more when You don’t understand even that You don’t understand a thing but You love me forever if my grandpa would sing now I would be listening to him with my mouth open but when I was a kid I would giggle these are Your words but don’t think that it is You and that this is about You speeded up will while celebrating makes people love each other the renunciation does not take. the renunciation gives it gives the inexhaustible power of the Simple Heidegger and tonight I need to the most important – to testify the modesty – modesty get into it a bit through sieving sieve me light only shyness liberates from false shyness only innocence liberates from shyness my heart hurts a little bit I jolted myself potatoes carrot sunflower oil ajvar and brad in two
TOMORROW
when I love You I love You as well
when I love anybody I love You as well wen I love everything I love You as well only when I love You I love You as well only when I love everything I love You as well only when I love You I love everything as well only when I love I write that I love writing is love everyday love everyday writing with my writing You can wash Your face kiss fuck earn be compassionate be a violet be a fellowship of love swim in confidence start loving the rivalry confess redeem bow down to an enemy tattoo Miroslav Mandic name on Your body I did – You say lead Yourself towards Yourself repeat bud quiver come identify with adore be-God-like sleep in the morning wash Your face and all over again
31ST TIME LAO TZU
the female always overcomes the male by tranquility
Lao Tzu in 61st Chapter
why did the ancients highly value this Tao?
did they not say – those who seek shall have it and those who sin shall be freed?
Lao Tzu in 62nd Chapter
just to write today as well something simple and easy
morning-like
with-washed-face
through music
just like that
just simple as that
through the spine
in the belly
through harmony
through doodling
through the house in my knees
through being silent
through refinement
through the sand carried by the river
through the walked sea shore
through Charles Mingus
through the theory of theories
through contemplation
through great whales
through ocean depths in the heart
through the law of all-love
everything is the husband to everybody
everybody is the wife of everything
through long walking
through the beans after walking
through nails over the skin of music
through musical fucking
through the smell of tranquillity
through agreeing in serenity
through enjoying the happiness of all beings
through satisfaction in every being
plainest immortality of all beings now
WINKS
thanks to Mirjana Lukic I was yesterday at the doctor’s
Vera Uzelac on braking up the calcaneus with sound waves
therapy was done by nurse Ljiljana. when she would reach
the thorn in the heel it would hurt but nurse’s care and carefulness were pleasant
doctor advised five therapies
during those two weeks I shouldn’t be walking
I will surrender to the life in the Nest
It would be wonderful if both thorn and pain in the heel would disappear
almost a year now I’m walking with the pain
I’m thinking of the children who are not talking of but suffering the pain
I’m thinking of the animals with pains
of plants in pain
I will be taking a photo of the face of the walking in the Nest during the therapy
on the Bud link I will be putting the photo of the Blue Rose for that day
patience is heroism
grace is refinement
I love You God
I went just to the market
I bought bread potatoes carrot celery cayenne pepper
I’m thinking of tender skin of grandmas
who are kneading the sourdough for big airy donuts
their skin is just so soft
a being just yearns to satisfy the other being
trees just grow high
cold air and decomposing autumn leaves just smell so good
although trees are not growing to the sky they are heavenly
the one who loves is not alone
who knows too much doesn’t love
the one who winks will feel exactly what he or she yearns for
the one who rings a bell in his or her heart will experience the sameness of all beings
the one who imagines how all over his or her brain gyri curves the whisper
I love-kiss I love-kiss You he or she will know that they became the home to all beings
the one who touches his or her knees they will feel the knees
hey what an experience
I fell in love
I fell in love with You my sunflower seed oil because I cannot
stop being astonished by the beauty of sunflower from which You originate
this is the reminder of the idea about the three lunches
these are the words of today’s last blessing
THE MONEY OF THEORY – TRANSFORMATION THROUGH GRATITUDETHE MONEY OF THEORY – TRANSFORMATION THROUGH GRATITUDE
the one who loves is not alone
the one who is alone loves the most
nakedness of beauty surrenders to the goodness of nakedness
whoever saw me naked knows how much I surrender to the theory
to the medium of theory – to the mental observation
to the body of theory – to tranquillity
to the gaze of theory – to leniency
to the technology of theory – to barefootedness
to the biology of theory – to immortality
to the politics of theory – to the free of charge
to the event of theory – to the efflux
to the architecture of theory – to the small poem
to the textuality of theory – to the leap into the text
to the screen of theory – to the ethical surrendering
nakedness of goodness is loyal to the beauty of nakedness
whoever saw me naked knows how much I love the theory of surrendering
obedience
get up – I get up
shave. wash your hair. take a shower…
…I shaved. I washed my hair. I took a shower
I drew the Blue Rose
recorded the Blue Film
took a photo of the Face of the Walking
took a photo of the drawing of the Blue Rose
in one hour I will go to the second therapy of the painful heel
Violeta will be walking instead of me all of these days during the therapy
the theory of walking I’m applying while walking
the walking of the theory I’m applying in the theory
the theory of theory I live through the life
I live life observing the theory
theory – experience of being silent
theory – love through acceptance
silence of the experience – accepting the love
BRIGHT SILENCE
few days ago I thought that the notion of
energy should be exchanged for the notion goodness not the energy of the wind but the goodness of the wind not electric energy but the electric goodness not sexual energy but sexual goodness not used energy but used goodness silent brightness tender vehemence every moment is God’s glory grated beetroot mayonnaise bread and margarine I love little pictures of Virgin Mary which I’m getting from the beggars I’ve never met a single whore but I deeply respect them I am a husband to each one of them the being of goodness lives behind the horror being of beauty lives behind the atrocity every moment is a mystery every event is a miracle every being goodness of love my eye sight focus has shifted so everything is trebling in front of my eyes whole day today I’m gently thinking of a friend my name is Beloved Friend Lean Your Head On My Chest if you touch my legs You will feel the singing and dancing I am a good woman to myself sometimes I’m nothing else but what You want me to be to You I’m always what all beings expect from me goodness of the poem which is singing within me we are walking next to each other as if we are lying skin-tight I’m thinking of the snowstorm from thirty years ago which started all of a sudden in the woods and scared a friend and me that we will remain forever sweep covered with snow just like the woman found dead in the snow in the same woods around that time this goodness that I feel now You can spread over the bread my focus is back I’m lifting my hand in order to write the word slope and here is the song that is mobilising my whole body not the technology of high energies but the conscience of high goodness I Am One And Only Body Of All Beings
GOD’S GLORY
it’s glory it’s family saint
St. Archangel Michael children’s joy my family saint is the saint of beggars and travellers of God’s chests a barer of the small turn of the moment my Vera Varady would say my glory Your volcano I’m only sorry for being stupid. I should have enjoyed more this evening as well my granny’s words spoken out before her death are warning candle bread wine wheat white chrysanthemums hey white chrysanthemums the smell of cold air and soil before the coming winter in those white petals of theirs Greg Brown sometimes I think that I would enjoy immensely writing about things describing them with a lot of details oh my simplicity I’m loyal to You forever the only detail is wholeness the only yearning is the only yearning I am God’s success smile within Your stomach pancreas of joy Kaja You’re nothing if You’re not Johnny Cash one is the only one we have been celebrating it. God’s glory. snow was up to the knees it seemed as if the life was immortal coming back from school. guests. cookies. white wafers. table full of food. children’s screaming. singing of the adults tonight being sixty two I know that life is mortal mortality is God’s glory resurrection shoulder movements – the very goodness
FAIR GAME
I love fair game
the day before yesterday I saw for the first time breasts of one woman over the Skype I couldn’t touch them but I was watching them it was exciting because it was for the first time virtual is natural God’s fair not communication – but nakedness not squaring a deal – but fucking not getting along– but agreeing not the law – but singing my baby baby is “beba” the best translation of the English baby. I like a lot when I hear that baby. it looks to me as if it refers to all that wants to be just like any baby my love You are my baby how beautiful are the white chrysanthemums I miss walking the pain in my heel is not receding I’m too much in the Nest I’m drinking a bit of rakia and watching the screen in order to see the blessing I’m writing I am a brother to the big trees our juices are the same I wouldn’t have survived if I lived according to the human rules birds have saved me roses path notions patience with which the life circles the Universe I’m thinking of the particle that wanders through the Universe and tears are rolling down my face from joy I think of everyone who has lost the sense and I say You are my sister I cannot stop wondering to the wonder of words just as I write any given word it already sings every word is a hymn to God in every being what would the two of us be if we were not meeting each other in these words my baby You and I are together always and forever
ENTHUSIASMS WITH GRANNY’S FONDLING
how sexual is the granny’s touch
yesterday I experienced it through touching her through being to the end tenuous surrendering renewing forgiving redeeming innocent through suppleness grassy meandering radiating soft like a goodness of just born girls like any other a miracle of nature is a testimony of God’s love of sugar canes in the wind of eternal granny tenderness that is rolling over all vibration implying immortality immortality is neither hope nor consolation immortality is the only certainty in the world without certainty how I don’t know but I wrote it I believe You my writing today I’m going on the fourth heel therapy I feel a bit guilty because the pain didn’t disappear I’m thinking of the birds’ wings I’m thinking of the feathers of which I was never thinking granny’s hands are soft like feathers through granny’s fondling soul is flying it delights the landscapes
WE ARE WHITE CHRYSANTHEMUMS ON WHITE BICYCLES
I’m off
wrinkling yes. ironing no wrinkling is sophisticating. disappearing. emptiness filled with God ironing is avoidance of responsibility. hiding. emptiness filled with ego I like a name yes. I like a pronoun no I name god if you know me then you know how much it all hurts me and how only through even greater loneliness and constantly loyal to all beings and constantly together with You I can carry on my redemption my redemption are my singing creating walking singing of songs creating of blessings walking the buds poem is blessing. blessing is a story I am a good story just remember Yours and mine story I’m constantly telling it just remember the beginning of the story and how we have met remember all these years eternity that lives in our conversations each moment of ours is one novel while we were getting wet in the rain. going in the water. drinking wine. watching each other. vowing to each other nobody can destroy our story not even You nor our relationship can be destroyed because it’s always alive in this blessing nor can I destroy our story since it’s a poem all my words are a poem and all my poems are love-ones hey when we were on the hill we were picking up the apricots all over Titel we were the blue plums in the poem about cold plums we were driving bicycles on which was written in blue letters one and only road we were one heartbeat and one hoof in motion all my poems are the horse’s nostrils we loved Robert Walser with same love with the same bowing we belonged to the wonderful Simone Weil with one lips we were kissing bending of the knees with white chrysanthemums we were caressed
ONE YEAR OF THE MIDDAY OF LOVE
I’m coming
for a whole year now lasts the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe that’s how another year has gone by through the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe through the midday of love every day when the midday bells start ringing I say I love-kiss You and I kiss the mobile phone while turning them off I often think when they start ringing that somebody is calling me then I remember that’s the midday of love that is the Midday Concert of Love in the Universe those are all beings on the concert of love wherever I am midday love love-kisses rings comes passes by goes away day by day week by week month by month year by year millennium by millennium snow by snow I love when it snows for the first time when the chrysanthemums are white like snow when all colours are white like snow when all younglings are being born white like snow younglings are yearning for the resurrection of the dead dead are resurrecting with the help of love of just born younglings love waits for all beings to resurrect in one being You’re waiting I’m coming to all beings midday bells of love ring to all beings they are waking love with love love love-kisses the midday of love let’s be realistic – love is resurrection
I AM A GIRL-FRIEND
alone
together alone all beings alone one alone for all alone sex alone God joy of courage and courageousness of singing Big Bill Broonzy while listening to Big Bill Broonzy I’m remembering how I was listening to him al lot twenty five years ago while writing No, I Don’t Believe That This Sentence Cannot Be Heard Universe cannot fit into my heart because it’s too big God is in my heart because it’s a lot bigger than the Universe Universe is my measure for walking Universe is my good friend it’s cloudy so at my desk the dusk is already setting in I’m wiping the sweat from my chest sexuality is the first letter of tenderness violence and power are asexual domination is asexual and it’s directed against sexuality entertainment and comfort are the biggest killers of sexuality my sexuality is careful towards every being innocence of innocence sex of all particles sex of all vibrations sex of all paths sex of the one and only rose I sing You my friend the most horrific things that are happening on the planet Earth are weapons and politics of indifference with which the consciousness and conscience of the Earthlings is being killed so that they wouldn’t rebel against the evils done by those who make weapons and spread the politics of indifference I poured béchamel sauce over the grated celery I’m surrendering to the brave ones I’m clinging to the heart of big turtles modesty is agreeing with the fact that the life of all beings depends on my tenderness I miss all of you whenever died ones – I miss you yet unborn but already love-kissed ones have a look now at this with exactly this I love-kiss You sexcosmos once more all together alone
WORKER OF TENDERNESS
I went very far
to the end of the Universe in Your heart closeness is indescribably far only the workers of tenderness are getting to the furthest point of closeness closeness is tenderness of the sameness one skin of all beings I’m mining the tenderness I’m digging it in the hearts of all beings I’m opening new mines in the hearts of the miners of tenderness worker of tenderness is a miner of carefulness ore of tenderness is I miss You tenderness of ugly words tenderness of pussy power of dick tenderness of pussy is the power of dick courage of tender dick is tender to the powerful pussy tenderness of Vlasta Delimar’s pussy I’m happy in this blessing power of Tom Gotovac’s dick I’m serene with this blessing I’m singing – tenderness permeates all beings I’m creating – tenderness renews tenderness I’m walking – tenderness is the name of the Universe singing creating walking are tender fucking tender fucking is my constant fucking through admiration musical fucking is my constant tender fucking through music tenderly fucking tender is fucking economy will be tender or it won’t exist philosophy will be tender or it won’t exist art will be tender or it won’t exist religion will be tender or it won’t exist today I walked for the first time after ten days. after five therapies pain in my heel didn’t disappear. the doctor advises five more therapies. therapies are expensive. I don’t know what should I do. I’m rejoicing the walking I get humble for the health of all beings humble ones I love-kiss you tenderly rejoice joy rejoice
GOODBYE AMERICA
wife of mine
God’s beauty calmness and contrite path and rose good and beautiful rocking and rolling please and thank you dancing and singing care and carefulness unreasonableness and insouciance You and me I used to love America cowboys. Indians. jazz. blues. rock’n’roll. anti-racist movement. New York Chief Seattle. Thoreau. Emerson. Whitman. Poe. Louis Armstrong Billie Holiday. Gertrude Stein. William Carlos Williams. Charlie Chaplin Lee Marvin. John Cassavetes. Unknown Number of Blues Musicians. Fats Domino Cage. Cash. Ad Reinhardt. Martin Luther King. Abbie Hoffman. Peace Pilgrim it’s all me but now as the hegemony of America is stopping you can see it’s flip-side America of crimes crimes over the crimes disclosure of American crimes leads to the cleaning the Europe’s crimes disclosure of liberalism crimes leads to the cleaning of the fascism crimes communist crimes of the liberalism crimes disclosure of the white man’s crimes goodbye America confession leads to confession I admit I didn’t love enough – I admit I would love if I would love even much more I admit I didn’t want You enough – I admit I’m trying to keep on wanting You ever moment I admit I love You through singing – I admit You love me through singing I admit I fuck You through singing – I admit You love-kiss me through my fucking I admit fucking is the church of life God I admit God You are the only God I admit I rejoice You through singing one gets to the top of the world in three steps with one to God I made a step