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I am sick and travel is the only thing that can get me well! I now live in Bologna Italy, with the beautiful Barbara. So what am I about, chaos, anarchy, theology without faith, philosophy without thought, music without melody or harmony, songs without meaning, poetry with no words, art unrecognised as such, history that is told by her, science withtout logic, politics of anarchy. I do not fear death therefore have no fear.my suspicions: the interconnectedness of this black vast emptiness with its many sided much reflected transparent crystaline web rainbow prism'd ecstacy prison of being a being far past just seeing rise through clouds and gases into vacuums of never ending scarla energies experience the synergy between you and me experience the synergy between you and me the universe is in my head but there are regions only told tale of within you and the songs are of strange tongue and the voices like bells on soft breeze unto me and only you can make me see the way you see and only you to choose new points of view and roads that have n'er been trod by rusted boots all iron shod its hard to see the footprints follow back to me the footprints follow back to me brass like quicksilver lost in space beats like a new born pulse excited by a lust for life