Clockwise and driving: fake stakes
	no feedback from the potential victim, there's a ghost on my way, they share fields of static information, randomly collected, guidelines from many gurus, spin towers 'til void is complete and there's no plot in persueing existence, and that's the point of the whole Goliath campaign, and i wont shave until that date.
Where top-down meets bottom-up: the closet
	venture for free and don't ever look back, it's all over but it will remain an issue for the rest of us, stuck in a lag, living in airports, trying to cope with firm silence, corporate diktat, horns in the small outdoors, and then i confess global calculations, facade or metaphor, the point is lost in the log, brown paper confusion with medical orders, would mind if they were possible translators but they're not.
To reach the not-being file: no help
	they were perspective dealers in the distance and i was too blind to hear, distinguish blank from static, dressed in white their brain formalize and expect shrink-friendly confessions i can't afford so i end up in computer metaphors and nietzschean statements, it's all down to accept their rules and sleepy judges who don't play while in school.
There's no such thing as human rights: not me
	when you resist it's just another waste of ressources, bloody actions for plain steel shields that fade away with her, i would fall in any other trap, to justify the records and ditribute non sense, events stack up in columns, decisions in rows, square hunt for geometry, around the clubs in bunker palace, never trust a former hippy, he'll try to embrace weak conventionnal wisdom, and that would be silly.
Deep repression: face self replicating patherns
	face of you in chemicals, confident to the first stranger from any left-bank district, recreate mercy any second of regret, social maze morphing into a tennis ground or a golf track, my whole word lives in bits, nobody to decipher, hopefully, you submit new entries as wide as your scope, micro submarine, bright and clear, big white cloud turns grey by my window, better hunt for sleep and grab nothing from in return.
Sick of having to justify: let it flow
	the monster overtakes you too narrow corners, being invisible on the streets, what matters is gone, the alps reveal the conflict in behaviour, don't even try to thank me, turn around to what it's worth, value is without me, a preview of the undocumented years, we fade away in legions, there will be no traces, sing on the phone to the answering machinewhile it rains and i'm about to leave town.
Winter is my mission: no further plan
	grams of substance, close the braquets and refuse to dance, prior to entities, chances are i'm offline when you connect, tribes and teams gather citizens, no dummies included with batteries, big time routine self replicating gene, transplant issues in the cortex, there's norethan one way to do it, it's up to the owners, it's down to the readers, i'm stuck inside the fixed with the psycho blues again.
The human scares me: bet on the bots
	compute social moves, in a way suitable for dummies, throw something and then jump in order to catch it, chances are you will end up nowhere, love is figurative, faith is unpleasant, idols were killed and angels castrated, who can you trust, familiar with such concepts, he real thing lacks existence, keep it virtual, please.
Info free zone: you could make it a job
	i'd love to see the reaction if some doctor tried to do that, news stories that sounds like it came from the vatican, spamshooting paranewsgrouper, please stop reading my mind, when asked to elaborate, you divert the discussion to suit your messianic activities, all the Bhagats have mentioned their tribal links, sorry i fundamentally i disagree with you on this idea of design, the idea of the universe as a result of an intelligent design is fallacious.
Mountains are red: straight until you
	welcome in the end, it feels like it's a safe place but you're wounded with remorse, credits loose shape and individuality turns into a grain of salt, down under the uniform, the community has turned into a union, with our nihilist dreams we figure a way to turn blind on demand, shelter innocence, remove identity, recreate rough concepts, forgive anybody, and learn how to cope with scope.