The same shoes, all of her. I loved her fake decoy, superseded by some sort of theory that chains us with consequences of being on the same time zone. Visions mute and fade, darker than you. Property or deed ? The deer hunter and the groundhog day. It's in the magnets.	Who can't you trust, jiihad to the yuppies. They can repent but this time the great satan has gone too far. I'll kill a few Bushes before my breakfast. You can't stop it from beginning but you are empowered to stop it. Bliss in vain, double your points, sneak the snake. The last sin, down the list, is mine.	Told them about plans or plots. Invading Monaco, splitting Paris accross the river. The happy many. From the bogs i saw that wall with that shade i once saw in Montpellier. Never argue, hesitate and in doubt, defer. Details hold the pathern of the global, that's another fractal mantra.
I saw a girl, she walked the abstract street, she burns the fires and fades away, may she be blessed, i used to love her, one instant, too much, pass by, i wouldn't pretend in public, or lie in secret. The bus station girl was more obvious and I am where nothing is. Next time i'll use non conventional moves.		Broken mirror, face lift, fake random, next time, not a very nice guy, too concerned. Next was my farewell to Leponex, or Clozapine as i last encountered her under that name. Must have been a sad wedding. Not lucky with the chemist, victim of the random call. They say the odds are even, heaven is another myth.
You knew it from the start and you didn't tell me. I wish Benway had undercover contacts beyound the border. One had to import it. There were ways but that was a decoy. Drafting excavating robots, legions off the board, that was in the contract. Infected, recycling salt, i got ancient remedies on the go.	Had that weird dream about a scars, an unknown posh girl whose brother had a strange monopoly game and who had tissue to prevent me from sweating. Then a star strangled banner, then i woke up. It took time to get my mind cleared of those feelings. Must be the new chemistry from last week.	I live where the light never fades out completely. According to your science, i dwell on the inside. The protocol may end, silver means no messenger, but if i have more options, i can't fake the whole thing all over again. In social term, this is nothing, for anyone who stands by. Ray Krebbs was my grunge friend.