of loots and treasures: a goofy character and tigger

his very first silence: en echo of an unheard lie


from a birthday party. a party where everybody was made happy.
where everybody came home, in one way or another, with a bounty.

he was giving away his own won prizes. he knows now how to remember.
he knows now whom to remember. his favorite is not whinnie but tigger.
once, i had been very agile and coordinated yet forever goofy in character.
my favorite is donald duck but i associated myself to that talking dog better.
a big, big laughing smile, take a look at what he handed to his very own father.
why? would you not pick too what you yourself prefer to give to the receiver.
to his beloved uncle, my beloved brother, he gave his only other key chain tigger.

oh that other dog that cannot talk but still funny
Ah, Pluto, well, Pluto is Hades and Hades is agony
Don't worry don't worry he is still very happy
Oh and why the hell not? He is still in Disney!


so now then i will have to go on on another matter
from the back of a battery, pick just one character
mickey or goofy, another set of a twinned partner
the mouse or the dog, there was no loser nor winner
what had been left behind, my own preferred sticker

ah life is sweet.
i love this life.

dualities. cyclical nature, cyclic path
altered perceptions. untiwisted twisted logic
is this another world or just another rambling
are these just released drafted posts or
real confessions. well, this is the world i create for you.
a world of thruths as had been presented by me
a world of truths as to be accepted by you

welcome to my world
welcome to your world
to the world i have created just for you