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{ breach toys unmarked sandy ground. discard scholars in solar scope too much. a place you don't know wether you're gay, but feel odd in a speard crowd of plain people whose identity can only be questionned at third sight. reduce me under oath, just find someone to hold my hand, that's all i'm asking for, not even respect, before you forward me to the bench where you soul was stollen. advice lost in narrowcast, i place the elements in perspective, but the trap remains empty. what i thought was true, simmers in deep mud, hidden from tourists you can't justify. you won't recognize me, for i have no consistency, i dwell in a pseudo random flow that simulates entropy or singular fate. }
running to stand afloat, you consider, there's a tide for the potential lovers, but it all depends upon swiss golf players. in that hall, she told me there are other girls but her move was occidental truth regression. i believed i was someone else, too far off the fence, since then, from times to space, nihilist by default.

the next day i woke up before the light of day. addicted to the lag, references are few.

in my own way i am a taliban too. i can't condemn terrorism as a whole. they compare it to Pearl Harbour but i was more inclined to refer to Hiroshima if they are to move from the semantic of terrorism to these of war.

they don't give a damn. pass by. no notice. void stimulation. where am i on the track to nowhere ?

took the elevator with the upstairs girl, muted by her magnificence, her swiss magnetism, no words could come out, even a sight of me would be an insult to her beauty.

giving up the ghost of a potential girlfriend. i just ain't that kind of person.

twilight of the bubbles, sub-titles for hard kernell shifters.

i don't stand a chance, social transparency,

the not being

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