It's warm. It's briefly dark... The night crickets play their clichés and keep us awake as the night wind rushes through the treetops. The scenario seems more American to us...

The day passes by quickly again. Earlier, we listened, for a good half hour, to the neighbours and their stupid and loud guest:

"The basic values society has... The humanistic view of life... You have to see the whole picture... They don't think... Humanity is stupid in the head...".

It sounds a little less bad written down, but there's great humour in hearing "the normal" vomit up concoctions on everything the reality-absent "media" delivers.

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The caressing field wind, the forest violets, and the beautifully aged patina of old storm-fallen trees touch my inner here at the edge of the forest. We take a forest walk where the paths smile. The light is nice and clean while the blueberries are currently taking up most of the forest floor.

The mushroom is so eerily absent
as if it is collectively and consciously hiding.

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"The summer power in Sun and Wind
tear our skin hard...

Be carefree!

Be what Life is all about!"

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Long later the pouring rain came and teased the mushroom.



The storm wants to confirm, enforce, the already established:

Becoming more weather-beaten than ever this year. A tired lunatic who is trampling forward in all his old tracks and pretending to believe in a new angle; that a meaningless trifle can give something sensible...

Piecewise traces are left here. From me. To you.


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Enough... ENOUGH! Enough with all the sick at heart, greedy and pre-calculated losers. Enough with winning attitudes and costs with meager results.




Oh! Autumn will soon come with its comfort!