i eared it from the wind, but it was just a whim,
i eared it from the cold, but i was just being sold,
venture sociality would be eased by state pure socialism.
you spank like a bank,
fed with regrets, i failed to produce blueprints nor strategies

a real sign of life I killed a few yankees on my way home, they were more than evil, they were born again sinners ignoring the turn the other cheek command and confusing terrorism with war. At the party, i'm at the turntables before they feel like dancing or is it my mixes that leaves them cold and steady. I've had this vision where i arrive at a party, see her and then hide, waiting for someone to ask her a list of the people she doesn't want to appear there. I always wake up before answers. syntagmatical statistics A ghost in the cultural super highway. He deals bits of information, senseless appart what turns the toughts toward a former victim into a sin to one of the ten commandments. I made down my mind that night and found in my bed more solitude then ever. If they can destroy my dreams, i must really be at their mercy. Decoys were sighted by themselves, paying no respect to the temple. My memory is an insult, took too many pills, but wasn't enough, never can be. uncomplete infinity It turns out, i was trying to fade away while being still. Shifted conclusions of analogies turn out to be right most of the time. Later was i reading this book about you and how things really are but i was not. It's a tale of decoy components traded for concurrency under the limited republic. It sounds sinister but looks desperate. Lifestyles settled on the outside, whimsical trip coming over updates of the way we operate executions, dope themes, unfriendly schemes. rush hour signatures jam White is snow, white is hashes.