I've never know, where is my mind?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
But theres nothing in it
And youll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin

I was swimmin in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except the little fish
But they told me, he swears
Tryin to talk to me koi koy

Where is my mind (3x)

Way out in the water
See it swimmin ?

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If theres nothing in it
And youll ask yourself

Where is my mind (3x)

Ooooh
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Ooooh
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Ooooh
Ooooh

[ Mrs. K i t e ]
mrs. kite often had dejà-posts, but some songs are just to good, and she can't believe they haven't been posted before...

Well, today I dounf something related obviously to the fields, which i wouldn't have found without my lovely egocentrism, even so, it is beautiful, i think, and if you search our name in wiki, you'll find something intresting to.
Dear reader, please notice the naming relation was not intended, (or was it?)
So here i leave you with this painting by Zorka Perovic


[Kosovo - the field of blackbirds - a contemporary painting by Zorka Perovic]
from HISTORY OF KOSOVO AND METOHIA PAGE

I loved it, I couldn't really find anything else about Zorka Perovic...

[Mrs. K it e]
watch this

Sometimes I just feel like folding papers. And I’ve realized, besides being my anxiety neutralizer (of course), it’s the way I try to tell myself I can build things, beautiful, surprising, amusing, or just useless. It’s the way I tell myself things do happen, and things will happen. Time goes by, while I fold small pieces of paper, and some of my cells stick to the paper as I fold it to make the creases. And module my module, I start constructing something from almost zero. And I think about the 2D paper (which it’s actually 3D, but think of the paper as an idea) making some 3D structures which is a single, made of repetitive and minuscule other meaningless pieces which you do and re-do.
And I also think about people, I think about them, about you, about everyone I care, or don’t, but mainly about people I care.
Flying like paper, again.

[Mrs. K i t e]

I hate the fact that I melt every time you call me Lura, even when it makes no sense and it sounds silly. You are silly. I hate the fact that your lame jokes made me roll my eyes and call you idiot and now they just create a warm fuzzy feeling in my chest; it seems this is too ending with my sense of humor. And something I can't stand is that these days I let you win in table hockey so you do that stupid little dance where you jump and smile goofily, because I can't help but to smile from very deep and feel joyous. You're just growing in me, and I hate you for that, but I simply can't stop it.

[Wiki's RustChain.JPG]

“Oh, I know, it’s the you always trying to sound interesting isn’t it?”
“The what? No.”
“Yes, the ‘Oh, I’m so special because I see things in a different way.’”
“C’mon it was just a comment.”
“Just a comment, it’s always a ‘just a comment’.”
“That’s totally beside the point, now you’re just finding lame excuses to fight. This isn’t even the case when I’m seeing ‘strange’ things out of normal ones, this is so damn obvious for me.”
“No, I’m not, and god you’re arrogant! It’s just that when I ask you, what do you see in this picture, you answer me honestly, instead of making something up that sounds somehow interesting. I want you to answer ‘It’s a freaking chain’, a FREAKING RUSTY CHAIN!”
“But it is not a freaking rusty chain for me, IT’S A FREAKING TREE!”

[Mrs. K i t e]
apparently redox reactions inspire