due to my missing mood for writing anything around here, this time i will let shpongle entertain you. and be aware of Raja-Ram, the man with the flute and the shamanic voice, because this is live. just press that play button. 
aren’t these a piece of heaven? vreau opinii
cand ma pus statu roman sub urmarire penala, nam stiut ca o sa fie asa penala urmarirea. am pornit intr-o sambata de joi si am plecat uitanduma in stanga s putin in dreapta, spre praktiker pentru oameni praktici. stiam ca daca e sa ma duc cu avionu, aveau astia face recognition si ajungeam incatusat. la praktiker acolo cand sa intru in ultramarket, ma apropii de usile care se deschideau automat cand ma vedeau pe mine, si ii vad un pic pe domnii politisti cum ma urmaresc indeaproape. paranoic de la atata fumat fara rost si pregatire spirituala, ma intorc repede, ca sa ii vad pe domnii organe cum se faceau ca citeau un ziar asezati pe capota unei masini alfa romica. hmmm astia ma cred idiot! imi zic in sine si dau cu piciorul intr-un fier de plastic. intru in praktiker, imi fac treaba ma plimb degeaba printre becuri si sampoane si brazna cu mucegai, pana am zis eu ca am scapat de inamici. cand ce sa vezi? cautam niste lopeti sa-mi fac treaba cu ele, dar ajung la raftul cu untura, cand ii vad pe cei 2 gabori cum se infruptau dintrun butoi de untura la reduceri. ma vad, ii vad, alerg, ma alearga. fiind mai tanar si lipsit de inhibitii, imping 2 babe intrun acvariu cu pesti si un copil intr-un raft cu ceaiuri medicinale, si iau avans. dintr-o data ma pierd. debusolat, imi caut busola, dar n-o gasesc, si decid sa fug disperat la intamplare prin magazin pana gasesc iesirea. pe cand depaseam un grup de sateni care stateau la coada la testere la parfumuri, dau nas in nas in nas cu dujmanii. ma intorc pe calcaie si din nou alerg nebuneste si zaresc cu coada ochiului, in pula mea ochiu nare coada, in fine zaresc axion, INAMICUL GRASIMII. rationez si zic ba astia mancau untura, sunt plini de grasime, nau cum sa reziste. cu acesetea fiind spuse atac cu lichidul rozaliu in toate directiile, oamenii slinosi si grasi alergau in toate directiile ccantro miscare browniana. curcanii de negasit!! usor ma tupilez pe dupa rafturi si ajung printro coincidenta fanstastica ce coincide cu somnul naratorului, ajung la standul cu lopeti , cazmale, babdale, babcioace si greble de lut. aleg 3-4 lopeti din cele mai fine si mai zdravene, le pun la brat si ma duc spre casa. 4 oameni in fata mea, toti mai putin vanjosi decat mine. aveam 4 lopeti, asa ca iam atacat salbatic pe toti cu fiecare din unelte, si casiera imi face loc sa trec. ridic din umeri si ii multumesc sincer pentru generozitate, si asa ma grabesc s-ajung in china. pentru asta voiam lopetile, sa scap de urmarirea asta penala.
the zion train soundsystem with some good vibes, gave me the chance to practice some dub dance. let’s DUB!
heavy night last night!! 6 in the morning, i’m DARKening my head, after a full night of low BPM, liquid fucked up drum&bass, too fuckin slow and boring for the animal inside me. aaand i got tired of people dancing after patterns, took a cab, and now here i am me and my friend ngoht hardtek radio breaking the morning silence. save the planet neighbours, kill yourself!
from 2morrow on, hardtek + hardp0rn = LOVE
i suddenly realise that i love travelling, but my bottom-of-the-bottle financial status almost never allowed me to prove that to you. i hope that 100$ bills will fall down from the clouds, and my travel suitcase will be filled with visa stamps, or suggestive stickers like in this illustration. oh wait, i don’t even have a suitcase! 
) from all the places i’d want to
go, the first choice it would be JAMAICA, not only for the vast crops of high grade ganja, as u obviously thought, but for the spiritual people who live there, descendents of the first slaves brought here from Ghana, the lack of modern industry and corporation free markets and streets, the great food, good vibes, and my most missed feeling, which is silence. and, of course, herbs, tons of them.
also! there is another way of travelling,also called mind exploring. try some psychoactives, the best travel agencies you’ll find when you’re too lazy to move, or to poor to actually travel, but i’m sure if you get to read this, i’m sure you’re one of my stoner friends, so u don’t need a guide to this.
ps: i am not part of the romglish generation, i’m using english to get used to it, due to my imminent departure to London, and to filter readers. cheerie-oh!
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