This is not about the good old times because the time is now. Register your words introduced with post echo trauma, giving away your name to silent protesting folks from the other side. Shuffling through the wax plates on the turntable, feels great, next job target, milking all of you squares, self standing dummy by the window. Support for the gender, wasting steps, can the drummer have some more ? Have no real will to expertize her, rather stay alone and wait for the real thing without bug fixes on ownership, no catch, no tricks, the pure trancendental experience of fusion and it'll be forth the price of solitude and geekness. We have build a sanctuary from Roma, destroyed the will and the fate. The true republic spirit, hunting for memes, fighting for uniformity, Luis Figo would be in that team, and there can I only ask for the goalkeeper's position. The other night I went to this computer club and it felt like ideal home, I'll try to throw a coding party, being one of the squad, ages since bubblebath, my hair looks better when dirty. Luxury and comfort are serious wounds to our design for life before we reboot and switch to the new tables, imperial astronomy, and we'll leave you behind the counter revolution, milles ahead, Roma here we strike again. The likeliness of the sixth coming raises but I will not take any hostage from the catwalk of famous lust after lunch. Here's all I can do, move a few bytes, proxy my fantasy in an excursion past forward the rulling of the master, me against me, integrated cheese covering the tide in covert operations financed by our socialist club. I can feel it now, there's no limit but the sky, no force but the inertia of dust in the sight of judas, we'll let you know some girls are more women than others incoming message stamped from the office, justified by wasted tongue action. Flavor of the month is their gospel, the bench where you clothes were stolen. Skip the faith since you're not weak enough, a list of Nietzsche's consequences, a pizza without cheese, a radical hub until we scream out loud the relief from the vertical ladder we use to climb. Taking account at the post office felt wrong but the internal display was uncomfortable. I know I should ask for more right in the pocket, leave or spare but it would take concentration and a scale for words and gutts. Costal town, the sea is the border, we can't have a wall to protect us. The earth is the paradise, there's nothing more to expect, sins are priceless, better get used to it. My silence is my fence against the dark noise of your gab, period.