I've been angry but i forgot or forgave. I wake up many times too early and still get no real rest. I don't give much damm about my money, how should i care about the economy ? I travel blind accross the music and you can't relate. Maybe I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind.

My name is Rodriguez, i'll try to do my best. There's a decoy in the wagon. The prophet is singled out. I've never had a watch. I'm just one too many mornings and a thousand miles behind with Bob and Johnny in Nashville. They were drunk and the monkey spanked his wife. Later back home, mo'coffee and mo'fags leads to mo'hacks.

The Firm appears to be more selective, i let have one of my special status. Ben Laden will strike back all over again with a new soul and mo'danger. I trick some computer to destroy shortcuts, change default apps and original contents. They never really let me drown.

Fiscal gifts. I'll pay taxes if I'm strong. Big white clouds, fluffly clouds with a long tail, one too many mornings. Was i blind ? I tried to love my way but i failed.

In the mood for jazz.

Careless love; I hate all these commuters in the subway, wanker on large scales, right bank transport. Madeleine is who makes me wake up and dance. The devil's name, like many so poor guys and you take my soul on fire. Can't you see, there's a massive syntagm, outside from here.

The blues, storm out, worm in, hijack RJ45, demo drive through firewall to Muad'dib, stack it up the WiFi and kill one station. Ping me fags accross continents and aunt more through closer border. Let the freak flag fly, ice cream t-shirt, cyan hues, branch extend patherns, leave the torrents flow all day to get max ratio.

How did i become so addicted to logs ? I'm eargerly waiting for the end of the month for get my data feed. I can't help. That makes me another junk in the yard.

Penny pounds, more gigs to perlpot. Up and down. The Firm is all set and they use my official first name. The winter turns out to be liquid. Figure out ways to get rid of that money. Use local. Apache is on my side. All my friends back there in Iran.

Low on food, missing pauses, busy weeks, back as an intern, perspectives. Too tired. Low batteries, need vacations, real ones. Mission dispatch in Nepal, the new frontier, the brother is going to work it out. Burning airlines gives her so much more fun.

Can't wank, can't spank, i ain't no agent. Tried with Lynx and then LWP to get through. Desire is gone. I'll script your stuff, you director operative to the board. Mary is amazing peace. The Jihad needs you and me. From the shinning path to the large avenues.

Days gone by, shuffle to come, flush the cards, play hide and sick, Marie is an iceberg, I've given up the ghost and the possibility of having direct victims. I'm just a board member to these attacks. I get informations and give orders. It's like when Vincent says that he shot and that the bullets killed. If ever there was to be a trial, I would be guilty of terrorism.

I talked to God and it messed up my plans. Cooking Meetha Chawal downstrairs. Nepal needs more funds, paperworks on the internet. Never apologise during the comity. Before the concil, i plead marxo-islamism.

In the office, I tend to act Collateral. Barry, steady white, claim my life.

Wanted man, wherever i might go, working for some man who may not know who i am. It turns to the shamanic model. They come before me as if i knew. When i'll be old, i'll be dead. I'd rather sacrifice myself for this life is loveless.

Deeper halleluyah.

Spending money, energy and cells. I've got to make the best out of it. I use the transport i know to try to reach the stations. Benway warned me against that but inner travel is my lifestyle.

Very early morning, after the night leaves, the sky is always beautiful. Some says it evokes peace but to me it's the announce of the battles to come.

Transports lead nowhere. Somewhere troops are engaged in a new kind of political Jihad. America no more. Pragma and semantics in the firm, i'll get perl this week and they'll see thunder, then. A design for life, the not-being.