he wore rasta-hair down to his ankles.
maria, my girlfriend at the time, thought it was stupid.

but i am here, to praise him mooore, this time.
alright wrote before   the meaning of life with late cuban artist ariel diaz garcia

and that line, title is a joke in two ways, because he wasn't particularly famous, and his line about life was.....
people's thoughts go in circles, and you got to break out of it

not the exact words. wise thought. ariel good. however that is about all brilliant he had to come with.

as stated he taught me bob marley burned out. ''he would have been nothing if he was alive these days''. and yeah his wife/significant other started a reggae festival kind of thing in oskarshamn.

well, i took a spanish course, then jumped off, with him. that is to say, he was the teacher, for the course. amor = love got it ariel. no pun. and artist was artisto or however it went. and i said ''tambien'' -- also.

well yeah, he was a painter, and wanted a lot of money for his paintings. he wasn't bad but like stellios said for fiction reading ''it has to be something really good to catch my attention'',... at any rate i didn't fall for his paintings. i do like colorful paintings, and his were probably medium in that category.

...one thing maria caught, which is weird because she is (half-)autistic, also is that he liked to say ''I reeeeaaally like  < fill in a word >''.  And right now I'm about to fall over the chair, been working hard all day, and I can't continue later, as I am in flow.

well how was ariel diaz garcia as a man?  he was cuban. his wife/significant other met him in cuba. as stated in line 1 he wore rasta-hair down to his ankles. wore like one of them circular hats too. i mean he was pretty physically handsome, and since this is running like my bio can just add, i am only attracted to caucasians. besides the personal note, hmm i am getting tired... and i suppose there could be a third joke, for surely there is more cuban artists named ariel diaz garcia. my humor is hard to find sometimes.

how was he more as a man? well, he did, like reggae. and his wife/significant other started the reggae festival in swedish town. right, how he died; brain tumor/cancer something of that sort, and did have a lot of self-confidence, he was alright and nice, but a bit cocky, and well oscar wilde said middle-age people believe in anything and i am a firm believer in the mind body connection.

thank you and good night.

< originally finished writing ca 23.30 9/9/26 >