You dwellers of random keywords, led by cobalt stem cells from Dr Benway, gazing at trip-hop and dark train surroundings, you've reached the station where Stéphane Roux once was. There's an hotel-motel, sequels, victims and pixels escalate in thousand unities. It's about nihilism and the lack of it inflitrated in my free online book, The not-being. Millions of pixels are some sort of visual blog that may be title The not-seeing, in the end. Welcome to Islam Inc.Vous, chasseurs de mots-clés aléatoires, attisés par l'odeur des cellules souches couleur cobalt du Dr Benway, écoutant du trip-hop sur les larges avenues, vous avez atteint la station où était Stéphane Roux. Il y a un hotel-motel, des restes, beaucoup de déchets et de victimes, des pixels et des mots par milliers. On parle nihilisme et son absence, ab sens, le non-être. Un journal visuel ou pas grand chose de plus de ce qui restera sur terre de lui. Bienvenu à Islam Inc.
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prompt me the chain ages I wore blue velvet, green as the blood, a condom in metaphorm. We party people, struggling masses dying of envy and lust for the rest of us. Matthew Malonne as a role model, a design for life. In dreams i wear yellow glasses but by day i wear a tie and suit, hotel motel behaviour standard. They're working it out, i should i cope. You were the messiah, i knew it long ago, you were she. Acid as lemon, blue as lime, check the gamma when looking forward. The tax the taillor, new school behaviour. I was naked but they don't get the picture. Jesus, the set, the tone, the receiver. Afterward i feel funny looking for her navel. Listen to the prophet, he's out there and he knows. die hard core revelations i knew i am a tosser on purpose Bevel the angles, sharp as i was back when i knew the procedure. Now i'm the last born in the infants. Game on in my hotel, motel, straight out of geek'o'sphere, they know the fear. It's all freeware personnal gossip. Found one on the web, met her on icq, she wore a pez dispensser costume on halloween. She rules, you all rule but i've got a temple. Jesus saves but you ? I'm loosing me again, maze inside, burns on the outside. I wore a shaded dress, reverse lingers. I don't look back because i'm loosing you once again. The connection is pain in the arse but boys should cope like cops and queers. Reduce the fracture, your father knows about you, the powder and the rope. i can't fake me anymore 
The beat goes on and on but one question remains : :
Where am I ?
