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i was awake and the judge was singing that we've got to keep on pushin' love and that had a true appeal to me. i am awake and staring in the emptyness. you know what it's like when the climax raises points of reclaiming the future. new pixels and new fonts, drafting a celestian wall off the streets looking better in their brighten shade. waiting for sleep, screaming in the starsblank streets and sand from the shores, my file is gone as are my regrets of weakness. surrender to the referrer, enter the signal, i'll tell you the distance. we were raised in ideology and scared by icons, we fail and dive, later comes the tide and we drown in fields of ideas. later i stood home for hours, escaping the walls to get fags, this is another end because the casting needs modifications. this is what they say. january 1997 damm right brother, the frames don't rule but we knowthe news feed is coming in after the lights go out, before the chemical clown comes in effect. there are traces remaining, shades of blue is always there, the moon ain't gonna rise in the sea. i'm without love and nothing to loose, and it keeps me from not going down under. fill this form, pick up a nickname, be dirty if you can afford, former new generation beside the men in suits from the other block, the grind takes place wherever you are when you escape. stay with me please, i bet you there's more to come, and the 404 are now in my control. this is my domain, i live here and the respect currency is here higher than on the outside, foreigner to the tale of success, i dive, improve and digress. your sister knows how far it goes, underneath the skin, trading pearls for dust. can't you see, traces of shadows, casting strange hues. music is sound to me, constant grind on large avenues, direct dispatch to undercover the mould, break the space. we were air cadets on that day, seeking sugar rush from the shore of honeyland, brand for a living, a design for lust, please contact the operator of premature endings. love unlimited, sediral space is the metaphor, ground for hope, seeds of transfert, doctor benway checks the stakes.i'm waiting for my new chips and a resume update. the model is the target to christ, porn pigs flying by the shinning path. we are nihilist and we shall not post anything there as a matter of fact. i am worried about the fate and the tale, in dust we trust. chemistry as a child, labour by now, de facto is not a rule but an achievment of the wizard from the blue seashell, beyound the breeze, hijack the monkey, lesson one about the gravity unless your vote goes to the landlord. show me your hands, give me a hug, platform on purpose, friends to a decent extent, the light that shines offers me another occasion to declare the nihilism of my views, the freeness of my truth. register to the world, decipher the letters, collapse of dawn in a chrystal behaviour, sacred cows and gentle pigs, let's gather round a fire of speachs.

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