HellsWind
Netherlands
Sea gates that open by the seashore on the sand heaps where the shellfish with the starfish and the sea horse underwater form vista's, in the water that they flow through where up above them the boats float when they pay toll and may pass through, where the sea parts and mouths into rivers flowing through the city where the mountains behind it form vista's, while I stand near the sea gates that open by the sea shore where in the distance the sea storms and up above me the stars shine and the moon floats and dreams pass and form vista's in a spiraling galaxy that flickers in the far sprinkling bright as I stand here and observe in awe.

See? That's the thing is. …


In order to perceive, one must first be able to see.

Cogito Ergo Sum.

...

(Kink of Crows)

I am.

Dreams. Seeing. (sights)
Heartbeats, beating. (sounds)

(In mine dreams…)

(I) Play, Eat, Sleep S h i t: I Repeat.

If the game is good, then in parts is all I be,
fragmented became this life of me.

Bee, bees…. Stuck. On it,
like moss on woodsie treesssss!

(Honey drip, Honey drop..)

Story told - days unfold,
playing like the: "Tricksy Lord".

God knows! Water flows.
Mountains, Deserts, Forests Owls.

Crows. Caw… (caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw)
…like our words, the way they flow.

Trees shake by the Winds that blow. (whoosh)

Life. Living on.
Time, letting go. (let it go, let it go let it go)
Momentum, gaining flow. Getting strong.

Growing, old. Gaming on.

One: -HellsWind, was here.
…and then so, he is Gone.




In life, one who sees: perceives and, ergo is mentally present. But,

but the blind men, tell no tales.

About bees:
"God to some sticky stuff, not yet alive and in a hive said: "Come, come. Be my bee and buzz as I is." -and sure enough it was and it did."



" We must trust in but our selves. "



"Everything I do will be remembered by me and until I die and until it dies. Then, everything will die again, and again, and again until it is reborn again and until it breathes again, it will live again just for the cycle to repeat. (eat, eat, eat, eat eat)"

"Into marble, into stone, into veins, into spines... Into copper, into iron, into rust... Into bones, into fingers, into hearts (laughs)" {Into nothing (falls)}

Life is horrible and wonderful, all at the same time.

You laugh at one moment, and the next one...

You cry.

... They die!

We die.
(In memory of,...) :2spooky::log_skull::handofhelm:



“The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.”




I really love Ghost In The Shell (Neuromancer) but I do not necessarily stand for Transhumanism.

Blade Runner (1982) Probably my favorite Movie together with Sin City.

A Poison Tree

By William Blake

I was angry with my friend; 
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: 
I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears: 
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night. 
Till it bore an apple bright. 
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine. 

And into my garden stole, 
When the night had veild the pole; 
In the morning glad I see; 
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


The Wild Bunny

by Sander Cohen:

I want to take the ears off,
but I can't.

I hop, and when I hop,
I never get off the ground.

It's my curse,
my eternal curse!

I want to take the ears off
but I can't! It's my curse!
It's my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ curse!

I want to take the ears off!
Please!
Take them off!
Please!

~~~~~~

One has what one is, and one is what one does, and one does what he has and one has what he is, and one...~~
Sea gates that open by the seashore on the sand heaps where the shellfish with the starfish and the sea horse underwater form vista's, in the water that they flow through where up above them the boats float when they pay toll and may pass through, where the sea parts and mouths into rivers flowing through the city where the mountains behind it form vista's, while I stand near the sea gates that open by the sea shore where in the distance the sea storms and up above me the stars shine and the moon floats and dreams pass and form vista's in a spiraling galaxy that flickers in the far sprinkling bright as I stand here and observe in awe.

See? That's the thing is. …


In order to perceive, one must first be able to see.

Cogito Ergo Sum.

...

(Kink of Crows)

I am.

Dreams. Seeing. (sights)
Heartbeats, beating. (sounds)

(In mine dreams…)

(I) Play, Eat, Sleep S h i t: I Repeat.

If the game is good, then in parts is all I be,
fragmented became this life of me.

Bee, bees…. Stuck. On it,
like moss on woodsie treesssss!

(Honey drip, Honey drop..)

Story told - days unfold,
playing like the: "Tricksy Lord".

God knows! Water flows.
Mountains, Deserts, Forests Owls.

Crows. Caw… (caw, caw, caw, caw, caw, caw)
…like our words, the way they flow.

Trees shake by the Winds that blow. (whoosh)

Life. Living on.
Time, letting go. (let it go, let it go let it go)
Momentum, gaining flow. Getting strong.

Growing, old. Gaming on.

One: -HellsWind, was here.
…and then so, he is Gone.




In life, one who sees: perceives and, ergo is mentally present. But,

but the blind men, tell no tales.

About bees:
"God to some sticky stuff, not yet alive and in a hive said: "Come, come. Be my bee and buzz as I is." -and sure enough it was and it did."



" We must trust in but our selves. "



"Everything I do will be remembered by me and until I die and until it dies. Then, everything will die again, and again, and again until it is reborn again and until it breathes again, it will live again just for the cycle to repeat. (eat, eat, eat, eat eat)"

"Into marble, into stone, into veins, into spines... Into copper, into iron, into rust... Into bones, into fingers, into hearts (laughs)" {Into nothing (falls)}

Life is horrible and wonderful, all at the same time.

You laugh at one moment, and the next one...

You cry.

... They die!

We die.
(In memory of,...) :2spooky::log_skull::handofhelm:



“The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination.”




I really love Ghost In The Shell (Neuromancer) but I do not necessarily stand for Transhumanism.

Blade Runner (1982) Probably my favorite Movie together with Sin City.

A Poison Tree

By William Blake

I was angry with my friend; 
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe: 
I told it not, my wrath did grow. 

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears: 
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. 

And it grew both day and night. 
Till it bore an apple bright. 
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine. 

And into my garden stole, 
When the night had veild the pole; 
In the morning glad I see; 
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.


The Wild Bunny

by Sander Cohen:

I want to take the ears off,
but I can't.

I hop, and when I hop,
I never get off the ground.

It's my curse,
my eternal curse!

I want to take the ears off
but I can't! It's my curse!
It's my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ curse!

I want to take the ears off!
Please!
Take them off!
Please!

~~~~~~

One has what one is, and one is what one does, and one does what he has and one has what he is, and one...~~
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The Pine-Quiet Path

The forest was still when I stepped onto the narrow path, the kind of stillness that feels like it’s listening. Morning light filtered through the tall pines, turning the air a soft gold. Every breath I took carried that sharp, clean pine smell — the kind that wakes you up from the inside out.
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As I walked deeper, the scent grew stronger, almost sweet. The needles on the ground cushioned my steps, and the wind moved through the branches with a low whisper, like the trees were talking to each other. I paused for a moment, closed my eyes, and let the smell settle around me. It reminded me of winter holidays, of old wooden cabins, of something safe and familiar.
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A small bird hopped across the path ahead of me, tilting its head as if deciding whether I belonged there. I smiled and kept walking. The forest didn’t feel empty — it felt alive, but calm, like it had all the time in the world.
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By the time I reached the clearing, the pine scent clung to my clothes, my hair, even my thoughts. And for the rest of the day, whenever I breathed in, it felt like a little piece of the forest had followed me home.