waiting for sleep, i was recalling (reclaimind) past erotic memories. i had this vision of this girl in her kitchen washing the dishes (she wouldn't let me do it even though i insisted on her giving me that privilege) wearing just a single night dress. it was white and that is the key. i was behind her. as extatic as when i first kissed her after a sleepless night, when i've been crawling to her on the sofa, centimetre by centimetre until her lips. well, years ago, another life, a future stranger, just me or stephane, who knows. a white dress. so the christ came back under the name of Christopher Walken. this time he's under heroine and he has sex. i live the week-end syndrom. you know i don't work so there's no week but still saturdays and sundays don't feel the same as the other days. the newsfeed is lower and there's more to watch on tv but i feel it doesn't make sense. i'm not intoxicated as i've never worked more than three months in a row. i must be a dummy sheep.	swingers age is now and i'm on the parking lot. i'm trying hard to numb my mind, to convince myself but i can't help drifting away, the not being a citizen routine. shut the light off, leave your shoes, music out loud, killing time, stuffing pages with words to construct a universe, conversing fences, dark stance, all fake, too many levels, crash occident. i hate my body, respect credit below the border. love is gone. happy shopers. fill the gap in the essence, frustration is the tip of the iceberg. don't feel like anything. there's no cure. need drugs. even my evil is weak. death. velvet poses no compromise side, walk past the corner. nostalgia for thing i didn't experienced. can't handle sex. who's satisfied with me. name one person. you can't. nodal nihilism. sinking human livestock. so my younger borther's got a real life day job and i'm stuck in front of my computer waiting for the newsfeed, the magic tide that never comes, i was blind not to see in your eyes.	i'm so scared of steadyness. that's why i'm here for. i'm lazy too and perl helps me being lazy, doing things i used to do by hand. of course i like shortcuts but what i like most are mousecuts, doing the more actions possible with the less movement and there having a three buttons mouse really helps. i've got a small utility, MouseAxess by Christian Flöter, easing things so much it felt like a relief after i downloaded it. it generates so many actions with the mouse positions and buttons that the workload is transfered from the keyboard to the brain. on the pc i have a wheel mouse but i don't really like it because you have to move your finger. i prefer the acorn way of pushing a button and moving the mouse. i have a very sensitive mouse and it is not tiring to move it around. it never even lift it from the mat. i don't even have a mouse mat and use instead a surfboard that i can put on my legs when i lean in the back of my armchair reading the news and make pictures.
a lot of people with a secret tale holding the flocking key you all share but me, albeit the flow i try to keep pace to. i want no other chance to decipher your orb. the legs draw a conclusion on sand before the tide, i walk away in dust, hijack a train to soviet union, homeland now forgotten, i could have lived there but i was on the other side. embrace your pain, a new shade, dose and to bed without answers, leads a new dimension to your walls, larry. you get your kicks for free but it only matters when you're facing what your soul looks like. i get carried away in asia. sent an email to an old workmate, if i ever encounter such a person. fat pipes nobody notices for the random laps of time i schedulled greywise on scales at the station saillors in towers of ivory. fix my some revelation, i need it now, all i have, nothing i own, waiting for ages of decay coffee transparency phantom walls you were right about the later years to break the shell the body hides. design on occasional tray skippers fencing faces of another you underground stream that takes more of a lady.	i've just woken up from a 31 hours sleep. hell is street i dwell. does it qualify me for a one day younger than before promotion. i guess it just shows how far i am. hurting people, destroying masses, there is no goal, the aim is my enemy, life like a bikini, lethal selection a comedy, Tom and Jerry thing, elevator control remote me wire fusion metal, i'm surgery to me, underground lovers ignore the spasm. big white cloud, back to the see, pray the land they claim on me, soft revenge pass away on a hill, mental rain, our love is wrong, function terminated in limbo just like it began, everything once again, dwellers from the other side keep the pace with the moon echo downwards. she's back from the journey without me, touch lost in the distance inside, still i dive for perl. she fell in love by the way to treat her in a settlement i couldn't give her fault, put the blame on me, and a guide to the well, salt in your eyes from dry tears former last mile past the antharctica fully armed for charm, every movie now, strugle that speaks for itself, tired now gone by, vanishing in flowers, rings of napalm. can't take my eyes off you, can't come and get some, should sak for more but had rather believe i can't afford.	you knew it, from the start but i had to figure it out all by myself. cobalt traces under the skin, high on helium, never really used a condom, hey can testify under oath in the city i'm a stranger by destination, green flames of perception, held hostage aboard, ship of code fixed by allies from the pact. the cops drive by, night and tide, spare a few worlds, pray until it shines, because we're on the other side, lights flow out, new stream, real steam, and belong to her, time doesn't matter, squatter in gender, tonight or never, can't face another place, it all looks alright, would you fight, the cars go by, we're slow dancing on top of the building, over the cables, summer slow night in march, who can stop us, we were, wake up if you want to travel blind upon the water. void vectors we used to mess up in a not so funny way, don't love you anymore, the memory tides taints it all to grey. atlantica starts here, the measurement of the normal, how many clicks, on your knees kissing the profile that never fails. struggle the flow is your relationship that hasn't started, even odds are equals, finger on metal warm, conflict was the formula rate. atlantica starts here again.