Wake up by 10, cold sweat, dashes, backslashes, where's my iBook ? Blame it on the weather, the lack of trust in occident or missconceptions of oriental multiple axis cursing. Joshua will be the name of my Zaurus. I hope i'll remember where it's at, Holy hood, big down to my crew, there comes the spice, the honey and the decent vinegear. Vanilla skies with fluffy clouds, talking tablas, messmerized bass, he wanted to be hot and he was cool, safe as in fuck, warm as in iceberg, the opera left behind, no thesis, not public reward, i'll focus on the main, the only sub that's real, the legions take control, Babylone as in attics, matta rita, the ghost that never was, free as in prostitution, beer as in korean islamic workshop, axis cosmos, revolutor singular, walked alone past the gate, alone, alone, alone. There's no section or station, dark fiber needs to figure inside, bread as in guru, zoom stadium, zoo nation, the rest of the trace of your race, solidum sodium, shades of napalm, cobalt lethal by little, Deming's wheel for a while, extreme prototyping, calm and focus but never visualize, faceless babes, rootless knowledge, curses in bronze, sexless once there were tombs, pet cimetery, tired of the analytic analysis, gone as desire, safe shore, sea skunk dunk, blame it on me, guilt that struggles while you and i try to sleep, shepard's sheep, clean vault, model as in default, it's my fault, spermless weeks, sweat on tears, gone are thoses, forgotten am i, changed my face into something covert, the class of many polyliths, brute forced to erect, sum it down to a lem, neglection, brown passwports, highway 21, spasms in faith, faceless avenues, no names, no pragma, induce the karma, cocaine rush, silver touch, her lips, Hermann sleeps, isodrome, pacifist yuppies, kill all my inner dummies. It takes a nation of billions to told them to hack, hat-trick, black Brian, voodoo signal, spicy spastic, improve your fu, codocrat benchmark, lords and holly angels, bells and shuffles, kill also your muscle, the message is embeded, my pockets are empty, stones are off, i deem myself, never trust a yummy, he tuck the others, don't drum the machine, tucks her out, motel affairs, leave no rescue, ensecure treasure, when i'll be 4 and zero at the shame time. Dope and static, still fuse blown appartment nap tipsy as pigstyfied a lifestyle. Public hair, shaved her brains off, settlers and commuters, the same infections dubby blood, the same luster/commit/submit sequence, grassboots religion, retrostalgia from silver when storms, blame it on the politicians and we'd enjoy keep you at the zoo station. You analytic pranksters, you sons of your parents, there won't be room for suits in my case. I was gone and won't be back to careless junk love verses by your widow, solstice sequence, material decades emerge with the bass. Who when you look in the mirror, who when you tuck out in the motel, who when the thunder storms ? First loved her to leave her to pick up the plone, the static ünter die copper, the beat of the modem, the scratch of the fiber, it grave en-measure the dazzled feed erwarten nach haüs. I ain't no kind, i ain't processed seeds in the needle, mobile camp, red trains of copper before we were to shield of iron the land of possible, emerging patterns, dashes, backticks, system operator opera covert noise conceilling devices on eclectic drugs, exotic marasm, on heroin in the attic, i smoke weed because there's too much corruption in the eigthn' district. Ages ago, the sandtales, and the tales of the sandals in the winter subways from the fascism university, lights of the city, even tears us appart. There were aside so many nice folks before de dawn of sex. Fanny was one too nice a girl, devoted to a silhouette, out of reach. Stéphanie was a greek blond statute, out of protocol besides a coffee. Two examples make one rule. Three steps a thesis, four signs a public gesture. I digress while she digest, smokin' blended bass, whydatuck i turned to you ? Inner past, memories emerge with the afternoon glow of holly fags and pranksters. Exhub. The pigsty turned when we signed the statement that we both loved the emperor sized "Palmiers" and she wrote her name in hebrew on a blank sheet on my book. That was the end of us but only i ignored it. Later dwelled i before Alpha and after Omega, the beginning of the vicious decoys era. Then i fail to retrieve more evidence but there stood i with my laptop because of the sign that got embroiled on my forefront skin, because (and not to blame them) these magnificient persons i was lucky enough to encounter. Rich man's toy, spoiled parents puppet, slave owner grandson. There ain't a single breaking point, a dash and ashes. Statisticly, one word out of this page's world is also a false decoy. I've had it good but that ain't right, nor fair, nor operative. Kingstone justice, kingdom of virgins, hands in the grave, i told her she had the same first name of my last ancestor but then again, decoys, lies and covert operas. Last bingo of the stance, who of us is the gringo ? What haven't i said about the silly me ? What's left to unravel ? I've got the numbers wrong, names are missing to more false flags remain to be torn. This crown of dust, the not-being, no trigger, mo'wax'n'pieces. Caren was the vanishing point. Mad nazi dog, like many others, i followed the tide and i'm now back to the tilde. What slide you're on ? It takes no Benway at such a parade. The ladder, golden or princial, i had it in the palm of my hand but i couldn't read. Blames or kudos goes to P.S. to whom i wrote a letter a few years later. He had the vision that i would be enable to read the signs but decided to help me cope with that fate in spite of my parent's ambitions. Worlds collapsing, the mighty Republic and the glorious republic. I won't back a blend of bitter angst against my parents. They'll share enough guilt on my cell grave. Mr Sib'Ou on the other side grew souls under the rainy skies of Normandy. I'm sorry but this is as far as i can recall. I'll hope that these elements of truth are burried inside enought instant bullshit of my present lifestyle. Rita, and there never was such a women as Rita H., sang it earlier on, let yourself put the blame on Stéphane D. M. Roux, later renamed Habett by himself and two libanesse spies. I'm running out of heroin to tell the foreword to this axis, but that's why i'll keep druming my brain tummors of the love that never was. The heroes are mostly dead or changed their name as i did. Early exposure, early short shifts, a rush of poly-amphetameta in the mine of arm, my arm, my defences, her open fences. My friends are gone, my hair is gray, the towers of religious dub, the remains of the ashes of the bubble i didn't encounter, my head aches, my test fails, dial up and log on, here comes the heavy mental, here comes the pen you hid in the curtains that dropped before the institute, suprise sun rise, ra again, new me nal, lematize her, don't question her, christianmath, segregate, islamap, subrogate. I never was free.