1.When I will grow up and when I will grow down?
ultima rola 26.1.2004.20:51
So many question. Are you child or just mad? Confused? Of what?
...of what is what...?
I am a child like everybody else....nature§s childs....my question is when people can say that...hey I am grown up...?
why I always talk about myself?
why I like to put myself so many questions?
mmmmmmm....confusion...is this life confusing for everybody sometimes?distortion?subjectivity?madness?not enough empaty?not enough understanding...
am I too agressive?
why people use imagination for ugly creations?
Is there somebody realy interested in talking about anything and everything?
Are you affraid to show your selvs like you really are?
ultima rola 29.1.2004.15:16
Can you imagine that someones self is quiet and peacefull?
ultima rola 30.1.2004.00:40
nice boy :-)
ultima rola 30.1.2004.00:41
How do you feel, when you imagine this peacefull man?
are you that peacefull man?peacefull can be too peacefull if it's just peacefull...where is the revolution?
ultima rola 30.1.2004.17:16
revolution means noise?
some kind of noise but not necesserely noisy...because it might be somwhere inside and nobody can hear it...
Am I right or wrong....or I am right as much as I am wrong?(about all...about everything)
How can I know for sure?
this is not a story about me...it a story about questions...
only u know when u grow up and down, for me, i don't care!!
WHY YOU DON§T CARE?
Whow come some people almost never really smile?
we are the champions?....of the world?
encyclpoedia of questions
ultima vola 3.2.2004.19:55
?what better way to enjoy life there is than spending time with good old buddy...nature
Why people have to comunicate?Why?Why anybody should bother?
I wanna know have you ever seen the rain?or the moon?or the air?...like to realy feel they are wonders of the world?
Isn't it hard to change?
EVERYBODY SMOKES MARYJANE!...THAT§S WHY NOBODY IS HERE...YOU ARE ALL SOMWHERE
nobody gives a damn about these stories!
lots of name means lots of people?...noooo
Why so many questions here?
our interiour structure is made of questions...some of them are the same for all of us but some make the diffrence...what happens when you run out of questions?...that there is no question about anything...is this some porpouse in life?...like when the questions are finished you have found your peace and you can lay down and die...life it's self is a question...or not?!
are you out of lines or you don't like to talk about every subject only some?
questions are very tricky
How can you describe questions?
When people have no questions about something anything...then I start to wonder
every question contains answer in itself
every question is expression of searching spirit
is there some other way to get an answer than to ask searching spirit?