Text 20/e04. The fudje weather was in sync with the reasons not to expect being able to handle a relationship with an hepothetic girlfriend. Nobody loves nor hates me, my solitude must end but so am i.

I wanted to leave, behind experience, give up medication, anihilate meditation, but the army refused me with mental sanity issues it took me years to discover by myself. The fudge weather was in sync with the reasons not to expect being able to handle a relationship with a girlfriend. There is this section with it's latent cognitive space, betray or refrain: what if the nihilists took over when the masses were receptive. There's no manual to explain day-to-day rules of behaviour. I should dive, being regular, scrap the sins, escape the basis, trigger the abyss. Under the surface sacrifice, where i belong, strong memes escalate but the squad avoids dummies like me, if there are even others. It's another void day, solitude destroys any hope generated. Nobody loves nor hates me, my solitude must end but so am i.

There remains a tower of fake ivory from the same corporate sandman from the temples of salt. He was sentenced to freedom and there was no court high enough for appeal. The seventh day he tried to emulate god and it ends up with him being banned from terestrian pleasures and human interaction. He was here for nihivolution, designated to create gaps inbetween holes, erode statutes and turn souls into sources. I leave behind this philosophical theme park deserted by her. Sacrifice of time, please pay reflect to your being, if you find your heart boring, just think that there are people like me. The table of operation is set, let kick out the vessels, a blood superhighway that leads to life.

Lazarus engaged in the trauma, the rest of the crew take ice baths in a private crow assembly, a submit of what remains, foreign abusers and new school cheaters. Dark city feels like home, gone are the vultures and the eagles, rescue your enemy so that he may hate you and that would be an improvement because someone will feel something about you. The crowd distributes tributes to dead packs of flesh fed with red meat and vine. Dare i even say we ? I used to be. It all ends up hitch hicking on the love superhighway without a licence to drive and very little luggage.