Nirvana today in hundred years ago.
On the other side of the future we began to slowly move forward to the destiny of the planet. Rumors told on the second floor that the inhabitants down on the Saturn was encrypted by quantum units belonging to Napoleon for hundred years ago. Meanwhile we found hundred and nine psychoes with both hands on the crown executed to a tremendous scream of happiness as the were buried on the surface of the beautiful doorstoppers to Heaven. We do not deserve to die said the psychiatrists and we laughed in such a long time never-ending happiness as freedom for us zombies united in pure soft silk dresses as seen in Hollywood. We have won the fight over normality. Now everything is possible and we will live in happiness in the last years of total erasion of the men in white dress for hundred years ago.
Now we are standing hand in hand for thousand years ago in conjunction with disarmed slowfoxers dancing with ruins of World Wide Web. On the book of Palms is whispering sweet soothing dreamworlds for the young 100 years old virgins with feet as elefants. The B&O toy shows the wonderful piece of art as the arctic ice have filled our luxurious homes of white grass inhaling tons of grey tobacco clouds in front of my neighbors two dogs underneath the bed of total sweepstakes. Nanette les we have found peace in the temple of dead psychiatrists filled with stones and brilliant football armies. Help my empty mind to fill in the gap between the overlasting pleasure in total surrounded silence in empty nothingness. Here we are together with the disciples of Buddha and Thor embracing my room of everything. Over the rainbow there was a new story about the rules of chess written with blood on the B&O. The double so deep disk wheels up with champagne as an endless stream by Netflix. Bill Gates died in poverty alone and poor as a church rat. The WWW has closed down for thousand years ago and only you and me are survivors. What the Hell shall we putt up now you and I say in the mouth of each other. Where shall we go now when there is no now and past and future. What is the next step towards the old good times. All is one and One is Two and the Einsteins is begging for mercy. The Book of Palms continues to spread out air in the filled emptiness. Go on and continue. Look up and look. See if you can stand it. No TV. No Computers. No Ships. Only happiness.