digress the diagram process into a mess of messages.
i took a break to realise how painfull was the daily routine.
a sequence aboard, rooted in the roof, a view down below
i recommend electrochocs and nihilism as a remedy to our world
rotations aside, the direction remains correct in spite of the cost

hyper highway junction regulators from the other side provide blank rapports on the fly, paradox airlines, leaves no faces. from the sea of tranquility to Persepolis, had granted visions of the blind and deaf human terminals. the man takes a moving picture from the coast for it serves plural purposes. a monk stance reserved to the third outcast after oblivion. the tumult and uproar extended branches for more of the divine abstract and less of the common empirism plague. disarmed nuclear circuit escape conquest by thought territory to the formal model of deprecated desires. denial of the semantic process led me to moral penalty of the rawest kind. ground shifters of iotas from the grey market, shall never conclude any spectral statements. sporadic atempts towards any her, don't even constitute defeats by the lack of weapons on my side. i'm just a witness passing by, waiting for the end, my own private apocalypse, trashing my fate by any move i try to complete. singular autograph i'll be dead by dawn, saint at doom, and atomic the rest of the time being. non documented parts seem to be ready to resurface. i have to reveal that recurent dream of mine as i dunk easily because of the sole height i then is capable of jumping. road. nodoby. thoughts of suicide but that would reject guilt on context. the light underneath escapes in the moral vortex. deep mental hibernation. beg sort of, for money, waiting for legitimate income. seven bit octet White is her skin, white is her soul.