So i came up to the tee and i was then in a normal life?I hit with innocenting arms only to see that ball that fuckiniiiiing ball go not on the correct life path.I felt that trapedness in my centre of my mind,the chemicals had already become so inbalanced they could have been running out my nose,it was like i was lying at the bottom of a pile of a 100dred rugby players-death panic consuming,becoming me,and simultaneously trying to clime a ladder to a prickly nightmare.Such a struggle from blackness.I just want to fall away,surrender,God take me,Heaven please just love me away from here.

(This is my foem that i writed about my day playing golf)

Cum write a note.Hi to you Joseph.Come bitch perform.Now it`s time to knoe thats you are greatsest,forking to be in the shit building writing a kak one it`s unfair tou bear hug chunky shit ness moonster under bed where all my falllen hairs and eye lashes accumulate debt wich needs do pay off of me you bully beef tin tuna big eye i caught on the boat over amazon piss warm water i lead you should be my friend ling ly ness monster ession dep Johny was a fock op in die lig van my lewe se boys don`t cry my my ym boy sie call me love please i ships going up thr drain ty.What would you call me dad?I`ll call you moi boy moi boy MY BOYSIE.i`ll love you so much by just existing.MY SON

Coo this thing,what is this thing?,this reality,this next word will not rhym haha,The fucking bats fly up up.Have you seen the night with it`s white mountains,beautiful fountains of diamonds and gold,i be tolding this too you,that it is there to be seen,but not where eyes can see,but just north of where hearts do beat,take a trip on a magical flowing ride,this is the tide of your life i talking of it is a red liquid called blood encapsulated by the vain wich you ride like a supertube to the place i mean,the place where you see those white mountains and beatiful fountains,this is the place that reads these lettrs,this is the place that is 2/3rds you,the place where what the Fuck i mean is the imagination.What i mean is,if you stand at the door and look at the darkness,there is so much to see that you cannot see,only God knows.So walk up to the door of your mind instead,the road leading there is pretty like on a farmstead.Knock 3 times,it will open but only once you read the engraving on the door:relax this is not a stranger,trust me,be still and collapse now lets love each other.Then you go inside,my hands type this ride but only once it gets the message from the place,the place you are looking in now,standing in the doorway,wishes of Norway.There is a fire burning in this lovely room there are warm couches and chairs,sweet apples and pairs,velvet carpets,and the happiness of good street markets.Uming and Awing Rodingly starving you are for this,for this,for this

I`m just going to wee and then i`m coming back to write another note---Okay i`m back now & on the way i stopped by the treasury(the fridge)I`m going to continue this note some othher time i`m a bit tired now

365 times 15(i reckon i've been eating 2 blocks a day since i was 5)=5475 times 2=10950 divided by 24(number of blocks in the small boxes)=456.25 So i'm approaching the hallmark of 500 boxes of weet-bix,something wich i'm very proud of.Yep and i've just finished of a fresh plate with ice cold milk and honey-just the way i like it and sometimes a bannana on it if they're in stock and the ultimate *chunks of tin caramel* when it innocently appears in the cupboard. Weet-bix=LEGEND

I wanna be like a rare animal,when people see me in my natural habitat they must be amazed like when they NaGeo lions take down a monster buffalo & with mystic

his bed will be made of raggie skins and for a pillow he would use a whole bunch of dead blue bottles connected togethor and weighted down with rocks and old fishing line.His cave would be like a dream just like his life under sea pure sparking magic.All the sea creatures grew to love him and he became well respected and all the creatures came to him for a mysterious feeling of love and greatness that he could make you feel.He would get lifts with joey the dolphin up and down the country but he didn't like going to cape town much 'cuase it was so cold there.He loved going to Durban with Joey 'cause the water was warm and he could spy on all the pretty girls that surfed in the area but he always made sure to put on his great white skin so that if he got to close they would not see that he was really human.He would even do underseas trips with the mighty blue whales wich he had also befriended and the way he did it was:he would let Grey(he was the biggest) swallow him and so he would tra

Is it better to experiance the cycle of suferring for 2 months and then ecstacty for a month or is it better to experiance 1/3 of that ecstacy consistently for 3 months? I've always wondered what Neil Young meant by" it's better to burn out than to fade away".Hopefully this slight feeling of understanding isn't some trickery of the devil

Peoplo of the lando give me indo but only on the weekendo so that i can be perfecto.But i'll crawl bacwards up a cliff with my hands behind my back with the blood from the meat under my toenails(i'm using my toes as fingers)running down like a thin stream soaking my t-shirt red and from there it is dripping into my eyes so that i am blind even though i am trying my best to flush the blood out with my tears,it's all falling down:a combination of blood and tears into a puddle at the bottom of the cliff and for a split second i make out a herd of white uni-corns wich are drinking from my life,they are turning platinum in colour now and then i hear them sing out :Greatness you are Joseph

The break the egg of mine,dancing in the arm,A square is actually a form of circle,i want purple patches on my favorite blanket top,when you`re looking cool and need to go into the zone-imagine yourself naked and silence,there`s a little house inside my body and thats where i stay in times of relaxation and uncomfort,Get me a Space Case!we were getting ready to jump off a plane,i hate sleeping with a closed sleeping bag,you can always ask for help.How was your day?Conveniance kills,drink water,No one is looking after you anymore-now you`re 22,Friends,`time`,money,That African dream where people were chasing me and we found those trees with all those fruits.Fri Stats test?,Get bread,Go to dentist.It`s lovely to drain the hot water when you`ve been washing dishes and you want a drink,Crystal jungles,i was looking at my bum and all these soft places,cut shoes out of gum boots.I Love you

In the world but not of it.When you think back about a dream its like a memory of a memory.I was putting those different colour bangles on me,2 on my right arm.You can warp time(you know how time flies and sometimes takes for ages depending on your state of consciousness)So you can warp time therefore you can warp reality.Baggies with all the sailing flags on them.I`ve been eating my housemates food,do you think it`s wrong?You can see when someone recognises you.Frankinscense.What happens if i drop an ant?What percentage of the worlds water is contained in a cow?Waddinxveen(name of a ship).I swam through some tunnels.That would be a new thing to learn,to try see things through virgin eyes.The humans need to wear clothes to keep from being naked and they need to sit in groupes so that they can cpeak to each other,they also have to sit upright and from there it gets allot more complicated.THIS IS A HIDDEN MESSAGE-LOVE.Give someone a fishing rod,not a fish.And i thought that if you knew you were going to die,you would do so many crazy things and thats how it should be.Had a dream Michael Jackson was wearing a Gucchi dui necklace with his name on it.The drawings are clearly capable of speaking for themselves as long as the viewer realises that his aesthetic observation takes place within the framework of what he knows.Spice for Rice.Girl meets Boy.I could move a large thing like a ladder with one finger because it was balancing,so too can you move a human who is at `balance`.If i knew that in a 100 years time i would feel so privelaged to speak Afrikaanse,i would definately speak it more often and with pride.Human emotions killed the fly,i saw it on my food and i immediately got angry and killed it.Rather become interested and concentration will take care of itself.As the sea melts the edges of the sand.You cannot purely discipline yourself to conquer fear,courage is needed.It is much more harder and admireable to suffer through disciplining yourself to eat one chocalate a week,than to suffer through disciplining yourself to not eat chocolate for a month,well for me anyway.Agamemon(name of Lord Nelson`s ship).Granny said i should be a teacher.What do you gain by having all the knowledge in the world,but you`re still a kak person.Stolen Laptops.Presentation reveals Genius to the masses.Why must it be 500ml or 1L cooldrink bottles?Why can`t it be 583ml? or 698ml?.Murder she wrote.Lets look for betties and look at them.How weird is that feeling when you wake up in a new place and think you`re in your old place.Watch the date change on your cellphone @ midnight.Time is an Ocean but it ends at the shore-Bob Dylan.People often give advice to others that they`ve needed for themselves,just like they buy things for others that that they themselves would enjoy.You would think that a lack of discipline/courage would make the devil happy,but sometimes it could make him angry as well,like when you are not disciplined or brave enough to do something that will influence you badly,like if you`re under age and you haven`t got the balls to ask a friend to buy alcohol for you.Talking is a dance.Boy scoutes,Girl guides.If you saw the world as a weird dream,why not do whatever you like in that dream.Besides Culture,it`s hard to relate/have a conversation with someone who is not on the same level of education as you,& due to circumstance they often happen to be black.

March to the unconscious feeling of your heart beat.
To live is fine but live hard till you don`t want to live anymore.
Eat just eat-Eeating is good.
Walk that line so fine,that silk-worm line so fine that your feet eventually wear it through & then carry on walking on the line of your existence-your heart beating.
Walk that line so fine that it`s all you know,that time stands still dancing in slow motion.
But think then of the many thousands dancing their lines.
Think then of the little lady-bug walking hidden in the grass-See him,become aware of him for in the past you have killed hundreds of such ladybugs.
And when someone walks on you & kills you,accept it because it is beatiful-this world we are in.
Beatiful for us for we know not what Heaven is like.

The boy found that on a train things look yellow cause the outside is painted yellow.Things look grey cause on the inside the walls are grey and too the floors are grey,with little sparkling diamonds in them so you don`t slip.The people are black but thats just that,they are black,i am pink.Difference is lovely.They sell you things wich are sometimes cool,like i just bought a R10 huge pack of peanuts & raisins.They live like me,we all live like thee,flying through life experiancing everything.But i love the trains,so many cool faces that you`ll never see before,or after the fall of the world.Sometimes there are blind ones coming onto the trains,led by a friend asking for money,sometimes they play songs and sing,their melancholy voices a trail of the life that leads them.But life leads no one,for we all exist in the present through choice.Sometimes they have church services on the trains and people are singing,mostly colourds,my skin has also got colour in it.The preachers can be ghastly,spitting and screeching at the top of their passionate voices.From up there they feel great,trying to get us to climb up to where they are.Once a guy hugged me,he was blind and a bit dumb in his head,but his heart was the Redest red you could ever hope to experiance a colour.The trains train,they trail through the city,through the land and through the earth.They follow and trail a line of sweat and blood of the people of Africa.I am Proud to be a part of them.

Wanting life in abundance is something not always wished for but i Joseph Krone want it,i want it badly and i want it now.For when the crow crows i will fly as the crow flies-straight to my destination.I will not get lost climbing mountains(although i can see new mountain ranges in the distance:) and trekking over great hills,for i have been in those situations and i have passed with flying colours,i have got the badge,the medal,the trophy,the ribbon,whatever you want to call it.I have lived the great life of living when it had to be done,i have walked through the valley of the shadow of death and i fear no evil,for evil is a part of this world and it needs to be overcome by the balance of good.So fear no evil for to fear evil would be to fear oneself for we all have evil within us.For some it lies dormant.For others it is like a wild bush fire rageing out of control,consuming everything in it`s path.But for others it is like the balance of nature enabling us to breath,giving us freedom to blow this way or that,frolicking,weaving,vibrating,earthquaking through the sands of time.Can you hear the wind blow,can you hear the rustling roar of the leaves,can you feel your hair dancing on your forehead as it tickles your eyelashes.Who knows,they might be whispering,communicating the laughter of God,the tears of the Angels.Hear the pages of this book crinkling and crackling to the rythem of something beyond music,feel the feelings of your present,open it and devour it.

 Struggle Struggle Struggle against the dying of the night,i`ve lived in a world where things are sometimes of grave great danger,so there is no shame in blaming yourself for failure.But tread lightly on your soft heart for it bleeds easily.Will there be a time for a ryhm,who knows but a soft heart is a good thing and no man should be suprised if he finds time with such a heart for the greatest loving beyond all proportions.So live strong now against the darkness.Guard your heart from harmful chemicals.Let him be a firefly in a sea of dark night.I fly high now into the Heavens of the night.Getting paid dividends-my sand Dunes of treasure are Building high into echelons of time,in the place where God waits for us.I hope to see you there for i will give gladly of my treasures,i will give you pure sparkling tears of love from my prized heart.I will wrap my arms around you filling thee with joy.Give of thyself to me and i shall be happy too,for there is nothing better than when two souls dance around the fire of passion.We`ll play chess and we can delight in the wonders of our intellect.We`ll express our humour and thus delve in a bit of dancing with the immortals.We`ll pass hearts and people doing as us and we`ll see bright flickering fires burning in the windows of their steeples.There we will drift,float and exist dreaming to our hearts bottomless bliss.And we`ll walk and talk,yes we`ll walk and talk,walk and talk,walk and talk

I`ve been reading a book of short stories by Oscar Wilde and these are some of my favourite majic word pots:

for while they were swarthy and black haired,he was white and delicate as sawn ivory and his curls were like the rings of the daffodil.

Tread lightly,she is near
Under the snow
Speak gently,she can hear
The daisies grow.

The moon peered through a mane of tawny clouds,as if it were a lions eye.

The lad lying there wild eyed and open-mouthed like a young animal of the forest newly snared by the hunters.

Why,even the nightingale herself,who sang so sweetly in the orange groves at night that sometimes the Moon leaned down to listen.

In the forest the wind blew free and the sunlight with wondering hands of gold moved the tremulous leaves aside.

He would bring her acorn-cups and dew drenched anemones,and tiny glow-worms to be stars in the pale gold of her hair.

Till the sea-mists crept round him,and the wandering moon stained his brown limbs with silver.

and he thought of all the days that break in beauty but set in storm

That the secrets of art are best learned in secret,and that beauty like wisdom,loves the lonely worshiper.

and the pomegranates split and cracked with the heat,and showed their bleeding hearts.

10 times the flight patterns of shades slipping away in the night,chased by the light on the other side of the world.Trees watching this,their roots quiver,inching deeper.There is water in the sky floating-a huge blanket as far as the eye can see,in slow motion,drops dripping.Catch one of those drops with a swish of your brush coming down into a world of colour spreading into 3D killers all over the world.Then cry on the world.let your acid drops kill,burn through the earth,making it holes like rotten cheese till it crumbles.Then hold on tight,hug yourself as you fall quivering in the grass,your whole body pulling so hard with sorrow till till..... till Nothing. .... . . . .
(I wrote this listening to Salem - dangerously beatifulingly melancholy musicy)

All Grace and all the places i have roamed

are no match for the many faces the Ocean be known

The white Sea hoarses sit at their thrown

and the mermaids bow down and kiss their throws

Sprinkle winkle glittering sand,and no man doth understand

the power and the glory of one mans hand

Turn your face to the east with your hands to the moon

make didily dadily with the cat and the spoon

The tree of life,-the ultimate sculpture

awareness of the mind keeping out the vultures

In the half-light shimmer,relinquish control

The feet of the soul walking towards their goal

White walls & flat surfaces,shadows beyond doubt

as the natural curfew re-emburses the drought

Flow like a spout,sting like a bee

Embrace harshness of reality

Felt for frames that have flakes of paint on them with little scratches on dem and lives that fly on them also could they have pink on them and purple and green broccoli colours too you are listening arent you cause maybe these frames can walk and walk away from us they don`t like us but we like them in the trees of green fields with brown and purple dogs floundering in the soils as if they whales and dolphins in oil toil they sing us songs and we play them back to us with our little cars that we play with in the sand and grand cuts we get like grazes on our knees and little knife cuts on our pinkies like little girls on holly movies and crime all wrapt up in purr ple papers and punishment concealed in hollow tree trunks,thats us little ants marching to the bunks where we store our monies first we crunch down on the streets looking at grey vains in the concrete little cracks for valleys hills and mounts even fairy grasses we could find like me and Julia did by the side of the pool.We`ll step up a level,we`ll just walk up imaginary steps,pass the middle of a tree and sit there for a while then we step up and on to cloud proud we feel at us and then we slide on our backs on our iced tears and glide for a while where we get down to a place where our momies are waiting for us full of hugs and love and nice foods they have made for us,maybe they even made us a biscuit cake with purple astro`s on them conected by silkworm silk to little sun birds flying off into that nothingness that we know so well,that death by nostalgia thats around every corner where the hugest life lives that we cannot know,where secret ghost things do act out and who knows maybe it`s happy~

Jungleies playful and ruby flavoured,would it be that she would be favoured above or below me,would it be special if she were a dove or a humble bee.This all the trees see,and we,we sing songs along the lines our forfathers drew for us into the majicus enchanticled forest icles sprangled and scattered with stars from afar,and this she knows,she has forseen this in me and please please sing along to the sound of your own heart beat,defeat the fleas that jump around and bight you,hold them tight you rascal flavoured puppy dogs and smitten kittens.mittens on your hands to keep them warm,maggots reborn and aswarm on your little festering cuts.Hate,take hate out of the equation and it all shall work out backwards thereby approving your theory for est relativity.Enjoy the bonfires and don`t demise the haters for they shall be their own suprise.Grise Grizzle drizzle smizzle shiver and shake,it`s a glorious steak that could be claimed out down below from the devil`s rump.Imagine how happy God would be if you would eat a steak out of Satan`s bum and then chum all you want with his rump juice mixed with squirrels from the forest.Ha ha how funny does squirel sound in Afrikaanse: Eekoring - it soonds like some mystical creature,Imagine them riding on the backs of seahorses,from salt water to railway tracks.Tracks tracks tracks tracks tracks through the soul

There is one fault in me.And i don`t know why god would make me so,well i guess he kills little children and maybe he`ll kill mine too,then i can be one of those parents who lose all faith,then it won`t seem so bad that he made me with this one fault,Fuck but why is it so nice,the blackness,it`s like taking that babies head and popping it in your bare hands,and doing that with everyone in the world,drunk drunk drunk on poison on hurt

Slipping and sliding things are tithing over into that purple satin silk fish basket that they pass round in the church only for you to Lurch forward and disgust yourself with Ice cream patte my bray you are formetomey that is what my tummy likes:when it laughs like a saddened fish in a desert wasteland drinking it`s tears only to realize this too shall pass and me too shall grasp the wayward lancing spears of Sir Love allot losing the plot,Frot goes the weasel The Chipmunks do rejoice.  J

Hi guys so i was reading some jack kerouac stuff and had this sudden urge/inspiration to express some of my consciousness in writing.I am trying to leave my ego out of things so maybe this blog is for self expression,creation.It`s for me,my canvass and the internet my only witness.