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اثر بلادي الخطوات على هذا الكوكب ØŒ تكش٠عن رØلتي من الولادة الى زوال ØŒ وبعد ذلك عرض كل ليراها الجميع ØŒ وليس لدي اي سبب يدعو الى العزله عندما نريد لهذا العالم كما هو من الان واØد Ùقط واعلم أن اسكن. .الانسانيهtranslation:-
Trace my steps upon this globe, reveal my journey from birth to demise and then display all for all to see, I have no reason to want for solitude when this world is as of now the only one I know that I inhabit.
Humanity.
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Well what about me? I've lived in Liverpool for the last twelve years I arrived back here on July 4th 1995 independance day after being away doing many other things since 1969. I am the proud father of two boys Robert James and Blake Douglas who have now entered their own adult lives and are doing ok.
I am a musician/singer/guitarist/artist/writer/poet
/traveller and most of all a lover of life.PEACE LOVE FREEDOM
OM MANI PADME HUM
NAMY YOHO RHENGE KYOMy Music section is www.myspace.com/iatlbas
Make your own custom scroller sign at ProfileMix.com!"I was laying in bed delirious, sort of hallucinating for about 24 hours. I had this one vision in my mind of a place that was like the ark of buildings, like a modern hotel, with all these rooms made of concrete. There was an electronic eye which scanned everything. In one room you had a couple that were making love, but lovelessly. It was cold sex with books and gadgets and what have you. In another room there was somebody just looking at himself in the mirror, just obsessed with himself. In another room there was a musician with a bank of synthesisers, wearing headphones, and there was no sound.This was a very terrible, bleak place. Everybody was taken up with self-interested activity which kept them looped in on themselves. It wasn't like they were prisoners, they were all active, but only within themselves. And that kept them from being a problem or a threat to the cold order represented by the eye.A couple of days later I was on the beach sunbathing and suddenly a poem popped into my head. It started out 'I am the proprietor of the Penguin Cafe, I will tell you things at random' and it went on about how the quality of randomness, spontaneity, surprise, unexpectedness and irrationality in our lives is a very precious thing. And if you suppress that to have a nice orderly life, you kill off what's most important. Whereas in the Penguin Cafe your unconscious can just be. It's acceptable there, and that's how everybody is. There is an acceptance there that has to do with living the present with no fear in ourselves."
Simon Jeffes PCO
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TOM O'ROURKE
