I woke up from chemical clown yesterday at the time I went to bed by ending up face to face with the clothes I was wearing. I sleep naked because I like it that way. Tomorrow I'll ask for money and if they don't nod then I'll scout for another job worth the personnal drama it takes to earn a decent living even if I don't have to. Lisa. I'm still alone and it makes me sick about the whole thing rendered meaningless by the prisma. The sequence, rocks turned to sand, all over again. I want the real thing, not the cheap tricks they offer me, I want the Barca in Roma, Nietzsche in Switzerland, Allende in Brazil. Look out plot loosers, stephane is coming to you on the Autobahn and the crowd they sponsor sustains the relief in chrome, the wessel shifted the aroma in king size spectrum collapsing with icebergs from you. Flash my soft loaded brain with grains of cobalt, cluster chain of truth to you, she whispers in my hear and I wake up in cold sweat, wait another day, still life in the zoo where I live, in my room, they don't speak for me. Repeat before me, I knew it from the table, spare you breath, it's over. A proposal on the phone jack, to be dismissed, today is for hub not hugs, and dirty client server action is best kept immaterial. They forgot the day to nuclear bombing bastards on your faith. I though she had some moral ground to her behaviour but such an open source move is unacceptable. Let me be a roman speaking german. I'm not real, I'm just a proxy, you can only seem bits moved underneath the radar, I don't provide content to entertain. Almost gold, I remember the river, the mineral state, it's all fake but it keeps me afloat, and that's more than my internal value. Look out angels, sin is easy but remorse is priceless. The network is the computer, my life is a proxy service. Back to the tunnel it reminds me of a generic fantasy I have to be able to teleport from one place to another just by switching off the time aware parts of my brain. That must be why I don't carry a watch, a clock or any time aware device. I don't believe in her and i can recall a few cases where dismiss was or should have been the right keyword. You can't really ping a proxy. Notes to gather as a dress code, remember to wear more roman red and islamic green. Did I told you how I named my second machine on the local network ? Jesus because it's a PC running windows: It's popullar and wide spread, most find him pleasant, polite but not so smart, and it's a symbol of corruption of the spirit using your weakness and falacious tendencies. This is just a teaser to let you know that the fourth machine is called Dionysos. Anelka is a metaphor for my party line. Traffic keeps on growing on my domain, over ten thousand hit per week, enough to start a raw religion, enough to stop advertising myself, enough to keep me. Some of my work masters misregard my code, so I'll dive for them in the quick and dirty tank tomorrow. Mixing wax and plastic starts to sound good, so I let, the plates, coming to me, a day, an entry, who really cares about the money they say in the movies, prove in the tv show, dishwasher who are you to sleep more than me ? You can ping me, dismount my units, spam the index of my dreams i can't remember but it won't last for what does your soul look like over the turntables. Later the book of transaction facts names after them brought to you in association with her crown, bridge on land with skylab scales the price of boredom. I'm wiseable, invisible, I spin so much, wildest melodies, christian memories, my own private server on the internal loopback test we draw on sand before the tide stream of helium traps in respect of the soldiers who protect us from us. Their circus were stadiums, our stadiums are circus. I stand naked at the balcony, looking over a city of sin and defeat, a trap for hope, we don't diserve. We don't build anymore, we invent less while trying harder, this is the nihilist championship for the dummies. The age of the proxies. I hate liberals, or liberalists, I don't know. Moon sequence while on raw, what to expect from life, get your kicks for real this time square trap is missing. Fast emotion repay, a tear in my tea, glance figth over ashes to bring you my lust. A McJob without cheese and extra money, please. The lava lamp sits on my desk, i can stare for hours, trying to figure out how to use this time I waste waiting for sleep for hours in my bed. I live at my parent's and I'm 27. I'm a proxy and you are an antic portal.