Not fair to clare Burmas the place of lovely grace

OOOH NO YOU DONT, you fratulent turd pie.

Yo, so this is the story about a man who useda worry about the birds and the bees and their allusive similies. I found my way on a bus one day heading forward to lets say, though the place in quesiton begets to lesten the importance of my ride. i found myself complexed to the depth of a sugar coated lollypop on a summers moon ride. this is to say i found my way to the gates of hell incarnate. pardon my ascension i have past the retention and skiped the blocks of time away.a long ride to, many astop we did do, looking forward to. stopping at last with glass in my ass, i had time to blow and nowhere to show, went to a performance, seeing the young girls dance singing sweet songs in thai, their parents a-wathcing with fervent adoration, i myself, finding it slow, as seen before thrice or twice, this time around the massage was for me, so me and my mate from israel sat ourselves down to elongate, time past well, our feet on the shelf, two hands giving their best for the test. she passed the test i must rest, so walking back to slumber...

In the morning we went to end our silly way, renewing our stays and the like. but i decided to stay on the other side of this way, leaving me in foriegn lands. north and west of thai lies a land too spry in actions to control, the lives of so many live under fear from the devils incarnate. the government it is controling all that is. they i blame, made me: stopped some more, each at every door leaving the copies of my life on paper at their door, stamps to aprove but 14 times rubbs on peoples minds as both parties felt the time, slowly we and even they wished it would not come to this, but their just doing what their told.

theres also a place across the line, a cave underground stretches its way hidden to all, leading up to the otherside, thats right the rumored cave, like the underground railroad, may people died, no light it seems and no clear path to be. but its locked and sealed from all revealed but i found and saw the gate.

I made it at last finding no glass, many smiles to decorate, the faces of joy lighting up by my plot of being white in dark places. i couldnt help it i swear, but i was there, no matter where you couldnt bear to look up this place from geographics of our race. south and east to an alarming degree lied the town i lay. norther to that Mong lar--its a fact, run by the people of the republic of CHINA, though on burmease soil. yes i say, i must comment today, the town is all chinease, not friendly they are so i must bar the windows outside from their silly rhymes. the town it was, dead as a dove, dropped from heavns and changed into dust. the casinos had closed, forced from above as wars and conflicts immerge and diverge--and plain and simple i didnt get it, some people are stupid, anyway the town need be saved so prostituion ran rampant. well it must tell this place is for them, as chinease arrive daily, by air, they fly, landing to whore for cheap on the yuan. my hotel was nice, cheap and close to the price. but the hotel it was housed by whores leaving cards under my door. fine i say a collection for today, and tommarow i show the world, but its all in chinease and i could sneeze and they wouldnt even face me. they ignore me so well like i cant even spell. though its true i dont speak like them, not willing to teach i just had to preach in my own tougne and get by without rum.

i left soon later, trucking through mountains arriving back to kyain kychung, but the ride was fun, i didnt lose my thumb, but had they braked i would spread upon and rub, the surface that lasts close to ass-fault noone to blame, and no belt to contain had i been projected i would die. fun it was riding front seat on the truck roof it was i who found it snug as a rug being used as a plug.

I did a mountain village trek too, and found some brown necks, they were very shy, they wouldnt even cry had i pulled on their tub and rubed. i showed them my sack of hackys to hack. they would touch it but not with their feet. thats the point i said here i show you instead and watched curiosity rumble. still they would not kick this soft rock and juggle with the limbs of the ground. okay it was they invited us down, upon the ground in their hut, the ground was lined with bamboo mats to make it pretty and soft---it was. they gave us some tea and we passed out some candy, i thought it was silly, but it was our guide who acccomplished this task that made me ask what about the their teeth. they dont brush he said and i left i that that, hes comes often and gives much of that sweet substance, a nice guide he was, i thank him well done weird man a good trek/hike, well and hot..


So that was my trip to burma in a bag, but i warn to all who read, this bag as wholes as big as your nose and im not sorry i tried litle repair. for as all is dear when your over here, and less of a care for you over there, not too diss but this is how it is.

oooh there was a hot spring their that smelled of chickens spoiled spawned shells. Sulfur it would be hot as can be a good bath for me, as you must see:


W ait Wait Wait, i can Elongate not on past, but present and last.

so i had to leave and got food poisioning, that order it would seem. back to chang mai, arrived in bangkok smoked with a bang. the tire blew and too all that knew we changed and were on our way.

Bangkoks a bang, for those who stay sane, the others just live in the bang. went to a caberat(spelling) they opened with a song from Moulin Rouge way totally cool. there was also a fat chick and her boob popped out, though it think it was staged. they danced and lipped too songs that were hip, like usher and madonna, dressing like them, good look-a-likes they were. funny song skits in between. HAHA a scream! a free beer too. hmm that'll do, everything ryhmes with jew, except you! pfft im done, gonna find some sun, a couple hours more and teeth'll be pulled leaving gaps abold, some extra room to grow wweeeeeheee what a show.

pictures in a few i promised the jew....and a mormon to be factual.