A notice about us

A notice about us:

No tease, tis easy at

This pleases. A post path a

Lost past at last. Heaving

Towards new heavens haven’t

Even aided eden then heated

Pump flow

We row in range of order

Intertwining wins wines. As

We most moving part, a tomb

Cries our departure, nurture our

Rue nature rushing leasure,

Busy n’est ce pas?

Enticed listed mice folding

Rice holdings

Fifty thousand egg and I

Me dear surprise. Sure rpise

Prsim laughter after have

To err on the right side.

Mights alight least you read

Ridden elevator tort

Confort fort lock, look no

Clock! Piles of rock expectant

Of time’s babies. Our ran

Us, Ouranos or you row

both us, ouroboros barbaric

bars hic ups lines and pick me

up

He sleeps heaps a peep at

Clear waters, antidote to

Channel fucking

Shifting folders dance abound

Whilst atrocious trophies

Atrophies tropes true hopes

Ropes away.

Sway not as we say our

Ways sailing, lingering in

No state at all. Ate All gone

The goons of our early years

Ye hear a rear of fear skidding

Kids king keen to keep creeps

Crepes constituted

Humble mumbling in pre sent

presence, a present sensed.

Say no date Sedona no do

And enough sailed

Hailed marry not crumbling

Pillars, pirates at our rescue

The rest of the crew screwed

Skewerin management man ages

Mental adjacent to 50c an

Hour times the eggs quantity

Hit he quales. A pile of

dust hairs. Hope man

We commit come hit as the

Line shifts. A grip gasps the

Wasps stings a song adolescent

Less scents I do least a

Canoe. Come on drums

A vague untouched origins

Blankets the hours of our meetings

Daunting whistles guards us

From forgetting time lacks experience

We hit in it ups. Sand

Undiscovered. Sheets of asphalt

Halting steel grits. Still grids

Guards hill stints

Libation action libra

Diary, dairy dowries ridden

Discourse. Manatee humanity

Main course, entrée levels

Leave all rhythm rhyme hymn

Hymen hi man begets con

Vindicative indicate inducting

Tape dulces. Soft suggestions

Wrapping free wheels reaction

Creative attention intent to

Dissolve solutions. Evolving vulva

Vous le voulez?

You want it, warrant ant!

Hole, aint I told old hldings

Batter peace to a puzzle

Wish all arrive at a same

home, homing foxes for

boxes, virtual rewards turned

rags. Haggis gift a gif genre

gesticulating a sleep and conscious

love each other and the stout

to search an arch breach of

church. May sung may

not fins with fishnet.

Lost notions

Friendly faces facing a frankly

Effusing offense disappeared

Rearing inside striding

Stroke chocking rock

Yellow chocolate, hell of

A cocoa, loco low cost

Locomotion causes commotion

Most oceans lost notions

Pens batlling forks for

Cost of dork frost

Bucks be cause butts

Clause, clawing at cloves

Hooving over foot

Unbound

He bows bound to become

comment, bears a wit necessity.

City Ceases to excite hexed

Exits. Exists in too true forms

Doality in fifth position in a

Race with two contestants. Trinity

Fore most a mast unmasking

Made up remakes a sigh

Under constriction

Exposes expected pectoral

Paste, with haste he poses

His response well done rare

Medium. Small sirup ample

Cutlery cuddle kults inconsistent

With sisters consent

Aligns a light linked and blinked

Out of a moment’s note, his

Song swung an swooning swann. 
Swearing summer to

Submit summits some

Hate

Glasses heading worm

Towards reading, a case a

Status for clouds clustered

Unseen. He rose hero heaving

Rows of corked boats boasting

Hosts

Church batter bathing

Snakes posing threats

Three threads trending terrible

Tremblements. Established

Tenements tending tender tensions

She want a pitcher and I  a

Picture. Picked sure

Epic epocha, poached legs

Leading leaden blood

Bloated load leaving a

single glove glowing johnsing

before speech mutism his

moment monumental increments

creamy mental mints

thrity four teens pie placed

impious pretense present

peasents in past tense

Old old new york

I’ll have to start this post by precising my current mind of state:

            I am a bit tired, but I really am feeling my internal balance trying to adjust to the lack of movement (the motion of the ocean). The last two days at sea were rocking quite a bit. My body weight would change to up to 16% depending on the force of the heaving and falling of the boat. So I am quite shaky still and am feeling a bit jet lagged maybe, it's harder to evaluate. On the big Boat I spent a lot of time awake and slept an average of 5 hours per night, by the end more around 4hours. I slept 12 hours last night. The trip was very intense and it took a lot of energy to be exalted. I am tired and disoriented but not necessarly depressed. It is important you understand that because of what I am about to write.

I did feet very sad yesterday and I realized I needed to relax and take time for myself these next few days. So I spend time inside and upload videos and write and sort out blogs and vlogs and work on an Internet site and just chill and read. I am taking care of myself and I kind of am waiting to be in Cusco, truth be told.

            Yet I still need to eat, so I got out for short walks around the neighborhood. I am staying in New York in an apartment 10 blocks away from Union Square. Thankfully there is a wholefoods on Union Square so I manage to eat two healthy (expensive) meals per day.

About 14^th street.

            Well the prospects are grim, I look at people and I wonder where they are, most are hiding in their brain mental. A very few actually seem to be looking around them but I am already stretching the numbers.  12 year old kids bear a look that reads “ I am a man and you have to believe it or else”. In some grown men I see the cadavers of dreams injected by hoghwash television, and I am very confused for I have no idea at all what they are doing or were they are going,

Sifting through the gaze of those would speed walk I have not found stability, they are running after time itself. I have yet to find one person that gives the impression of having time. The streets are dirty and noisy, alike the energy of those around. The sky is rendered shy by metal, glass and brick bullies. The absence of animals is telltale sign of profound dysfunction.

            I let my ears and eyes take in the street but even with all of so much of everything I have a hard time finding richness. Inspiration is a timid friend in this corner of town. Too much information, saturated colors somehow manage to be livid. Every shop seems to come in shabby shack size. There are more shops than apartment entryways.

 In a few days I’ll meet a friend from the cruise who knows the town. We’ll be doing fun stuff, art and weird Superbowl events. In the mean time I experience the same feeling that so many bear in this monster town, anonymity. At that I recoil for it is a dangerous mistress when you are not alone. Many are having an affair with her in this city.

            

Comming up a post medley of thoughts and experiences I had on the boat that I did not have yet to time to publish. so something more usual to my spirit.

Cheerio! hehe

Free & Brave

I arrived in New york City today. A few hours ago actually.  And I must say I am quite tired. Over time I met great people and forged strong bonds. It really feel like the end of a great vacation camp. Except you usually go back home, pour a nice bath, put in the clothes in the dryer and chill in familiar environment in the comfort and safety of your own home. Well I arrive in a gargantuan hyper city, unknown at that. In a stranger’s house. The neighborhood is downtrodden, I expect a lot of places are downtrodden compared to Geneva. But it does not seem particularly dangerous. I am 5 minutes from union square and there seems to be a lot of different venues around. I will most certainly relax inside today.

            This morning was incredible. Strong winds and lower 0s Farenheit made for extreme weather, I had to burn stamina quite rapidly to sustain energy, my fingers really hate me now. At least there is sporadic, if no, wind.

            I said goodbye to the incredible group of friends I met on the cruise. We were all at a turning point in life it seems. Cruise riders (entertainers and frequent guests) have an intriguing lifestyle. I would be scared to work on such a boat. I would start and then 10 years have gone by and there is no more place to call home… The experience was incredible I will probably do another one later on, but the quality was so high it will probably hard to avoid expectations. I hanged out with people mostly 10-15 years older than me but felt comfortable.

            It might sound whatever but I really felt deeply appreciated, there was lots of love coming my way.

At the end of Friday night we ended in the library. Which ironically was the one place in the boat that was not alight during night. There I read prose I have composed during the travel, I had been yearning to share and the opportunity presented itself beautifully. The next day most told me that is had been their favorite moment of the whole trip. It has been very powerful for me and, unsurpringly, an experience that has gone straight to the depths of my soul, they listened to my music and enjoyed it greatly. It is very rewarding as I am now living a realization of sorts. I have been creating myself these past years and I now get to see the results. By the end of the trip strangers would come to me and ask me if I was Scott? Crazy moments.

            I am in a sort of secondary state of mind. Tired and mind blown by the events that took place during the cruise. As much as there was 1600 crew member and around 1000 passengers it really felt like a small community. I ended by spending most of my time with entertainers and artists, and it was a great crowd. We really got to become a temporary “family” in the end. Some I know I will meet again. Others we will keep in touch via Internet.

            I am very tired and will probably have a mellow day, as much as my host is in the next room, Sunday leisure. I really feel the need to relax. I’ll work hard not to go to sleep to early (during the day)

             

New York does not really appeal at first sight, and I believe I will find there most inside delights as the streets are not necessarily enticing. Walked pas Times square and well Really make you feel like in a bad science fiction movie.

I am now posting videos I did during the transatlantic crossing. It was too expensive (and slow) to try an upload them during the trip. So as much as I am not on the cruise anymore. and I would have preferred to share on the moment as the whole feel of the ship has been evolving greatly. I still do want to share. Most if not all are in French, sorry about that. Sleep is trying to pry me from noon and bring me unto waking up at sundown, which can be very depressing. Especially after having had quite deep connection with people recently met with whom I parted ways already. I am looking forward to cusco and finding some stability, some time for I will have quite the time to look around. I still do not really know what I am doing in NYC but the week will go by fast. I am still, much more beckoned by the west coast than here. Although I know of my lack of knowledge about the town and whom I will meet I can keep myself from kinda wanting to go soon at cusco. Things are perfects as they should be, plus I get to see a friend part from Wednesday.

I am literally writing this while falling asleep. Had to concentrate and rewrite this very sentence 6 times.

Later,

I went to whole foods for a real meal deal. Back now and fighting against slippery sleep. One thing that is fun when you disembark a ship on which you have been for a long time, you will often feel the motion of the ocean as if you were there went in fact it inst happening

                        

The I’m alright article:

            Okay so I just realized I have not officially told my mother I was alright since I left. Well having no Phone probably doesn’t help. I have been on Internet once since I boarded. And it is day 8 but yeah. I arrived safely in Southampton and boarded the boat without any problem. As a matter of fact I am more than alright. I feel really good.

            Truth be told, I have been experiencing more and more exaltation rushes these past days. Middle of the freaking ocean! Of course routine has settled and life on this boat is starting to feel normal.

            Nonetheless I oft experience grand moments of truth, although they are not necessarily epiphanies. I am very grateful when I find myself in such a state of positive bursts. I laugh often (more so alone than not!!!) and I keep coming back to amazement to what one can create and experience in life. One very important message I would like to express is this one: “ do chose the paths that seem enormous and incredible for they will lead you to such moments” take what you always wanted but feared to fail and try, truly, deeply and with all your might. That’s what life is for!

I found a juicer and the crew is very convenient. They bring me avocado, which is not on the menu. They extract fresh juices although the bar is supposed to be closed; I bring them fruits and vegetables from the buffet instead of the ones they offer. Heck The even turned of the lights on the top deck so that I could look at the sky. The say 20 minutes tops, and that I should call them once finished. I answered that I would stay the whole 20 minutes. Well 70 minutes later It was starting to be cold and late, they had not turned them on! I have met really cool people; although not deeply enough to have started a friendship that would keep on after, not necessarily meaning it could not arise in further meetings with same persons. It is not because people are worthy that they automatically become close friends, I would have not time at all if that was to happen. Nonetheless I spend true and enjoyable moments with fellow humans on a boat. Last night was fun. And I keep on growing up and exploring what puzzles me so much with “classical” human interaction.

            A fun weird little community, But something scares me in such a life. Seems to be a sort of long high. High school comes to mind. Of course they work, truly and hard at that. But it seems like I would soon feel as if slugged in some sort of stasis. Life would go by so fast and wham you’re forty and do not know where to settle anymore!

     Comedy Club in five! See you;-)

            

And Then

And then

Machine petals end blade playing

Triangles circle in a double

Doable if you know what

I means. Meet is the meat

curtains fleeting as

the shackles of destiny do not

Exist. Titan’s foot jesusing

Along sole of which lacking

Woodpaper. Pay per paper

Links chaining fat like a

Fried of oceanic ravel.

The pen keeps me hostage

Desiring the quality of sight as

In others. Catnip got my toed

Cathedrals of tears shaved

By both, Apart in their

Natural contemplation. Bound

By design. I think I am

Seeing dolphins go to their

Death. Internal waves heaving

through starting ends.

Varying shadows of chicken

Trail their unassuming past.

Thouroughly through to you

Though I thought you were

Tough tuffts my hare.

Here my nightmare as if

You wished to become mine.

Landed discursively a top

Incidences of time

Follow flows of floar

Flowers, towers towards

Two wards, robe and guards

Warning a cold warming from

Woman taken by loneliness

Wed to herself alone, loaned

By hades, hate this?

As I shout and yell at the

skies they tell me this!

Eyes are pierced by length of

Strength opening a vise adverse

To my advice, advertisment

Fried and chocolate, late

Shock, king and qwueen. Be

Keeping from ultimate, deaths

Assistant, totalyse, analyzing

The low rise of compacted acts

Of comprehension sinking to the

Depths of absence of value.

A kingdom against aghast

callings. Names for the save

incarnate. Uncarcassed truths

trying to find lovers. Levels

of levers, bridges ridging or

congregated gratitude a far

from a pace, space placing

times ahead of one of enemy.

Lombar part. Couple armour

Undercrouching wheeling legs,

Bricks of garlic never to be

Used as food for human will

Be granted the priviledge of

Dissolving the neutral solutions.

Continuous winds, ultimate

Stability of changement, every

Thing flows, past and future

Crying, ungrateful children

Absent from reality

Station to situate saturation.

Stars embrace plane as we

Roll forwards to when we

Once belonged

I’ll be longing to only

Lie up a fractated second,

First to none and only

Ascending more than twice

GO round! Little mary, may

He listen this time for it

Has gone already. All ready

We are in spite of specks

Of freckles leading the

Smiles to sun down. Some

Do own an ounce of

Disappearance, old oils

Fueling flung motors. Hoping

To be men. Bemeaning

Moans of more to mouth.

Free easing into an erased

Coast, patterns submerging

Whatevers picked by the

Bucket. Enter fear once

Dancing to the 10 am's of the

Globes. Eyes for beams

Uping up the post. Content

To be fine only to slip

Behind. Hives without an

Outside, flanked by two

Greasy poles. Ask his

Torment to revolutionise

My true sins. Mad his son

Caged in part by cloves

Cover his mouth so you

Can’t head and and sign all

Con tracts. A frail fray

I am afraid. Power plastic

Cover for a love of fear.

Hear here her ears must

Blow.

(p)Rose

Rose

Gentle rocking of the ship

Holding me lightly in the womb of our crown

Sea so far the clouds

Seem low

 Never such a finite horizon

Middle of everywhen

A blast of dolphins

Realistic companions

Aliens to our own wish

Cavemen created for inapt impact. Brace for grace

Comes falling from the skies

Crushing like a rain of petrol barils

A hidden friable offense

Unaccesible to those who

Vacate their lives

I stand alone but correct

Rain giveaways do not expect.

Knowledge of whales

Reassuring the plastic mantel

Of deceit. Stairs falling

From waves rise.

Vertical waters bleeding

Lonely from flesh gliders

Washmachine boat waking

On their ceiling unawares

That they search, blind to that

findings and 
I speaking of myself.

Sleeve to eternity

Friends in both languages

 Hello Everyone!

Here's is a small (and I believe common) conundrum. I speak two languages (actually two and a half for the time being). well the spoken part is easy, but about the written part... what am I to do?

Well I decided to keep two blogs then. Sorry for the "one language" speakers, but then again should I just discriminate and do only one. or frustrate some and do a bilingual blog following my hearts desire. For some it would not be a problem. but I believe it might not quite be a good idea to post blogs some could understand only half.

Anyways, about my life now:

Southampton is a modest sized ocean town. I will board the boat in two hours and am here since 4pm local yesterday and I mostly walk so I did not get to see al of it. nonetheless the map size would point to a small town. Gentrification through the cruise lines meets the ruins of medieval fortifications. there is singular 500m long shopping street, we are in the western world. What is left is an old town, red bricks and yellow lighting, and industrial areas aging badly. The smell of fried food tries to camouflage the fresh and gentle ocean air. temperatures are very keen. averaging 10-15°C nowadays. the ocean surely temperates the climate. English people are funny, I missed a slight drizzle, the sky was genrously sprinkled with patches of blue sky and some orange clouds at sundown and they told me it was a dismal and dreadful weather. hehe.

Some shop names: poundland and superdrug, hell yeah! I did three laps around the food court after wandering in empty streets, and it appears that this ocean town caters to cruises and not fishing. The only fish I could find was wasted thanks to deep fat frying so I naturally ended by eating a "california style burrito". They had an assortment of "El Yucateco" sauces I had never tasted before but since It was day one of 150 I decided against buying a, nonetheless very good and favored, mexican sauce whilst on my way to peru.

The boat is a monster, a leviathan (that word really sticks with me, there will be a book). I was intimidated when I saw it for the first time, lurking out from behind a titan shopping mall. Picture is attached. There will be internet but supposedly very expensive. so Probably will post half a dozen of blog entries in one session, here and there. estimated passenger 1200/4000, there will be space and time to relax and breathe and take time to meet and talk!

I am very impatient and look forward to the ocean, crossing it. It will be very different from I could have experienced in previous lives, for sure different from what humans have fared through to america in the beginning of so-called United states of america.

It will be an incredible experience, socially too. How does one live in a closed moving village with no escape? I dread missing the time to "do everything I want". 11 days seem awfully short for a whole ocean. Then again, she is so huge, the ocean must seem smaller. yeah right. I'll look forward to doing half a mile laps around the deck ( I really hope there is a level where you can go around the boat the whole way without having to go in or change levels) and realizing there is nothing but water all around.
In this lifetime I still have not gotten around to let the fact sink in that "our" planet is mostly water! (yeah my english can be clumsy at time)

I can start embarking around 10h30. Went there yesterday to check things out, looks like I will spend some time in a waiting room with free wifi, so I'll probably post something then ( maybe in french though). The lady ( very nice had a small talk) at the information desk told me I should be inside by noon. I am so very much looking forward to this weird place that is a floating building! I really feel that whatever I fantasize about "common luxuries" there will be. saunas and spas and nightclubs, restaurants, boutiques, video games, sport centers, lunges and coffee shops. I wonder about brand names, okay I'll have a small wager and guess there will be a Starbucks, if there is I will use the name gonzague if I ever buy something there.

I would be very happily surprised if there is an organic shop. I hope to find a juice bar, it would be perfect if included in the so called "freestyle" food plan I am on. By the way, I have a friend that's surprised of the fact that "everyone posts pictures of their meal on the internet" so here's a pic of the mornings english breakfast.

There could be only a downtrodden wallmart on that freaking vessel I'd be happy because tens of hours of ocean contemplating are sure to be there. Ha! I can weather any storm for a view of she almighty Nature!

Now I need to go walk under the sky and marvel at what one can create of his life.

I am full of love, It is seeping out of every pores. Be merry and enjoy your life.

See you in five!

Scott