super spank. i get my kicks on mtv europe, watching this series of animations with dolls using dirty french slang and always ending up with people being mtv spanked. otherwise i study perl. this flat needs another computer. one day it will all make sense, with data mining, hopefully.

getting closer with my eyes. you have to justify and beam this world you diserve from scratch. feels like going to london again, winter climax, trading records for nothing that costs me. wait for her. don't participate nor escalate. influx. parallax. the music to begin. a grain of salt. who is Brad Brace ?

advertising football. good names from africa. taking long distance orders. working on an interface rebuild. money of that men's head to dispose. i'll like what you used to do to me. i'll never be back. i'm not instrumental to the real world. the resignation message has left my outbox. i've been had in this concrete jungle.

that wasn't me on enola gay, staring at the emptiness behind me, waiting for the impact, tomorrow. it's late but i'm scared to go to bed because waking up will be such a pain. victims again. there's no decision for my defense. a few bits i wont move, that's all. they've just tried to take advantage of me and i've just said stop. period. and when i get that feeling, i can no longer slide, run or smille, but it's raw fresh air until the exhaust, to feel the same, to bring you my love. romantism lies in the revolution, tables are turning, marble is rambling, the national, ever gonna begin, light my way, bid on my kingdom with your actions i will convert into remorses, the wind blows us blind, lisa leads the way, i know , you've explained, judge on time, the official dance, weat sand, bench broken, sunday, 21, never hide, burn postcards, you'll wish you were me or her, lisa, namecode or real, know what the old man said, always missunderstood but not me this time around, you can stare in my eyes, from your backseat in the waiting room, daughter of your own judge for another occasion, wedding and now death penalty. who said that i could ever act, i won't let them do so, there are no frontiers, it's just a way to have permanent bedrooms for the soldiers, you can't be found, you'll experience me, four weeks later in april. we first meet at the party, in a house of fake twinsters, a movie of life, but that was before the blast, before the wall, we've met the judge, took her to the doctor, our own solution in process, white noise, white noise, this is my movie, we direct, we rule, no dummies, no masters, a nation of slaves on the rise. love love, in her bubblebath, we're walking in the cold lights of morning, no rush, no economy, green times, tears run dry, love in your own tiny personal flavor. hungry more than anger. smiles, we're all from india, we don't even have to run anymore. this is republica. curves were vicious and we teach childrens how to draw perfect circles. we have no names anymore. every day i woke up, every day i faked, that's a dream i can't even think of taking. we are numbers, we have no ego, we have forgotten 90% of the words. europa, republica and lisa. take the pain away, getting strong in pace with all your neighbours, all the time, please, let it float in depth, flow warps around you. i smell white silence, i'm blind, i'm deaf, i can't touch, i don't feel, this is the other side, it's safe, i don't care. now, there's no plot to be nihilist about. love.

He said "Don't look back, ever".
I was a citizen back then.
That was before the spiral.
I've never met him.