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Z Man PAGE 2. (please beware has some strong language content)

Aha, yessssssireeee, its little ol' me; feelin' fine and dandy!!! Just saw my Mum, kindafreaked me out, she's dead! Said she was bored living next door(next dimension up)and wanted to see her favourite son for a wee chat. Aaahhhhh, coo coo Mummy, coo fuckin' coo. And one flew over the hippies untidy head!!! I said to her she should have dropped into my Dreamworld first AND warned me as I never know what state of conscioussnessI'll be in.

For example Dearest reader, may I call you Dearest; or am I being too familiar? Please do tell me, send an email to:

[email protected]

Now, were was I? Aaaaah, yesssirrrreeeeee...REMEMBER who I AM?

Z MAN Z man Z maN Z mAn Z Man......I doodle for perusal...were for art thou Romeo? Oh, oh dear ME, yes me - Z Man. My states of consciousness, they are another solar system away; I enjoyed my breakfast on the Moon. WOW!!! Hitler was up there playing golf with BUDDHA, and the caddy, the caddy was Jesus!!! YESSSSIRRRREEEE!!!I saw the son/sun of god!!!My ass he is the son/sun of god, you fuckin' eyeless fools. Its all one BIG(BANG)JOKE!!!boom!!! BOOM!!!Kiss my sweet english(johnny come lately)ass........mmmmmmm......on second thoughts pass me another magic mushroom(head are a great band go check 'em out dearies).

One-Two - One Two -One Two. SOUNDCHECK. Yes BOSS, a soundcheck for my ailing mind. Mother - DON'T LOOK!Please! Can I have some privacy please. YOU too DEAR reader.....are you still there? Tell me when you leave the page, please!

CONSCIOUSNESS STATE ONE.

I'm a coo cooing in my cot. Remembering my safe and happy times inside Mummy's tum, womb; oh yes dear reader. The WOMB. Its the place to be. Although sometimes you see things which you don't like, like the lost souls, and my god, THAT HURTS. So, their is a tad bit of contradiction in what I've just said. BUT! Inside Mummy's womb you are NOT a fuckin' number! You! YOU ARE STILL YOU. AN INDIVIDUAL. You can't get any closer to your mother than being deep inside magic womb time. When I regress and I'm THERE its BLISS! But if ANYONE disturbs me it sends me CRAZY!!! BANG! BOOM! SKIZOFRENIC MODE THEN KICKS IN. AND then, YES, theirs a THEN, HITLER scores a HOLE in ONE; it rebounds off a tree then onto BUDDHAS fat GUT onto JCs cute little NOSE into the GODDAM fuckin' HOLE!!!

A fuckin' Men!!!

Lenny of Cohen(C)2007

 

— Lenny of Cohen, Dec 11, 2007

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