Borderlines, white lines, cocaine, her eyes and her calm. It all ends up in space. Paris, Dublin. Quality instants, her smile and her happy-go-lucky behaviour. Downstairs the telly, the sight of the steel bird. Thoses who jnow no pardon seldom travel. The religions and the distances, the titles and the signs. The double lifespan and the shapeshifters. I felt like my nefew when he wakes up quietly. One too many mornings and a thousand pills ahead. Retaliation.
The dust you seldom see, itself, because you give me a perfect smile. Towers of dub, narco tourist, tv teller and taxi confessions. I mash-up my feelings here. The kids are not already gone but i already miss them. Your world, too complex, i'll know no pardon. My bank is down, a shall bake. I'll try anyhow because forward is the revolution. In house, over dub, under bass. I've lost sight of the kingdom, we'll kill the kingsters and try to emancipate from the strucured faith.
Borders, she answers all my messages. I am afraid to get too personnal by now but she's so smart and upbeat, i don't want to rush things up. There must be secrets and obstacles. What i am to do ? Leave the city, take the fast lane to the lowlands ? The thing is i'm infatuated by her. Others will read, go get by, nor do i care, nor do i believe i shall remain cryptic. I'll see Benway and the TV crew before Geneva.
Enter The vortex. If you mention i'm connected, then there's this context when i can open up. Transport and transportations. It's going all smooth and affective. The huge pulsating icon. Did i ever encounter an entity as interesting ? What seems like a interlude à la Morrissey. It ain't kingdom but there's perspective. I try to get it slow but the vortex is huge. Many steps closer and a thousand e-mails behind.
Years later, and a latte in the brain, i enter the realm again. Solitude, blues as cobalt, misled. Woke up from hypnotics with no direction home. Pixels flow have not vanished as much as text has. Bring another light, a stroke and blames in storms. force est de constater que, cuni lingus, la techtonique des plaques en snuff movies conduit à faire l'autruche. Pas de regrets, une fois, toujours. Scatter brain.
Too old, too late. Wasted on drugs, mirrors of dust. Shahin operates under yet another subnet mask as a hockey player in a ball game. MPC 2 500, blessers abuse, samplin' the samplers. My toy is a decoy. Crisp and melty, today's question is: Where is Ann Wilson ?
Mock-down paste taste faces. Feeling unreal. Pastebrush, oblique strategies and two millions hits behind december. Trigger sad, sour times, she was right from the start, period. Next is a nihilist self indulge wanker in the abbys. Dogs odd gold, standard static, bellow zero. The methods, lame brain games. Perpetuate des technics, apes nor monkeys, blames nor money, short on dole, bank spam, retaliate the officials. Shahin is on the rise. Don't cut your her, shaved and felt dirty mind blob blog for dummies needle trashers on the slow floor. Appendix pending.
He stared in me eyes and said you're on the market
. The deputy ministry register regexplatation, the heart matcher and the money challenger. Two objects in the field, target in sight, midnight qwake up, shades never worn, dust and static, bones from who ? He said he's over. years on the grid, uptime now uptimal, jailbirds and night clubs, cocaine and acid, didn't i told you once i've been an hassid ?
Leap of faith, ship of prophets, noah's arch. Blindness to signs, deaf to glow, take my soul it's ashes. Later, hard tactics, sets of statistics, ample sample, needle trashers, global jihad, socialist device, on displacement, tribute to the schematizer, mo' hits than your owner, boogie milita, wide avenues, Dr Benway claps both hands, recipe for a dasher, back ticks clockless minister.
I ra, schismatic, psychotoxic. Him lyrics are nukes fopr dukes. I'll sample with an odd hype and an even slot. Stealth cops corrupted in my district, friends swastikas and stripes. I focus on the pain, to check if i'm still alive. I turned out to be pretty good at poker facing my snooker, mind hacks, behaviour axis. Deprecated, misled and abvious, we crossed the fat border between tease and taste. The dolmen casts no domain. Mentions are, dimensions have vanished past the post on the list. Framed with myself, drowned over winter, culture operagma, napalm addicted dummies, the stationary block is at stake, let there be void.
Sampling the DVDs and mashin'up party trashers, long went the Boutique. He says he goes to Tessin to grab bytes from the roots. I'm going so far as the kitchen. Fat inducing pills. Haches from flesh, terror from brain, no signal from any kind of soul. He says he's gone to Berlin, figure out why. Dental mental. Scrapmaster shaft, dome shift, receive the schematics, relieve the burner. Most of the time. Endorphine shots, meta-psychotics sticks. Confusion the waiter, dressing according to another code, blame it on me.
Decay of decoys, there were signs, there were drugs, open bars. Excipient is lethal. Train past the station, i miss the tides. Long time no write. No good, no bueno. Abusing drugs and broken bones. Meta-psychodorphine shots. MPC turns out central. Blame it on me. Past the post, past the stations, in the abbys, so long ?
Stéphane turns out to be a liar, a fat ass wanker and a slave. It's all fake told he Benway. Ossan Hassan leads covert tracking and the path shines. Broken stones, emergency thrown. Lands of lust, farewell, here i'll dust. Mo pixels, switch to XSLT, safe as fuck, no good, A. ignores, the mental Yalta, transports included. Next wars heads up. Boring elections, Mike stands off the stages. Ropper dopper, the blades and the guns, tricky aftermath, he's still alive. Scalar contexts, monkey languages, lines up the mirror, another sniff on the dole. Venture socialists, depth charges, investigate the holy, sticks and bones, my skulls are my cores.
Stuck offside the defense, besides the Damas blues again. Torrent icy as fudge, none stands in the way, broken thrown of dust, responssible compared to my guilt towards her. Servers migrated, clean as bacteria, clubbin' to death. On the runnaway, stands by brüno, glittering shots, hip hop schools, can't scratch, electro schools, can't glob. The cookie fortune teller and the image of a christ, priest by doom on the dawn off a old era. There's no good, farewells and egos, decoys and undergo massive rehab. Images of the christ, perfect image of the priest, smokes me out, outperforms me, ever either never either. Braves out, sneak preview of the mess to undergo. She, in taxis, how does it feels, injected to truth, blades and sitars, ape language, world has it, motion is control.
Mexicans gone to Tibet. My own private siberian place, monkey economics, braces. Dirty underwear, room raiders, hard to disclose. Four winds, 21 spliffs, a vein on dope, one too many days. Socios and libertarians, the lust we seldom feel, path prospect, remours deflect. Bring that noisy beat back ! MPC hacks. The loft and the letter, later brames blames in flames. Skull raiders, tomb prophenators, hope you're still alive and Johnny's in the basement.
The spicy lukum, the lem and the grace of youth. The pigsty of the hours to come, of the months that pass me by, all i want is to go get high. Lower the shoulders, downer the grade. I've disclosed too much about what makes me preventively passively sick. Mental metal dummy. Dogs of dust, magic mushrooms, natural born soldiers or conservative voters. That's where i'll go, that's who i'll doom, from the nukes to the real names, when all i endure is a break.
She comes around to start another thread of discussion about the Yalta of the spiritualized bank drafter besides the border. Gil is still in jail (and it ain't Oz) and the ruins are our shelters. Neither ever blame them, the major joke is on me. Souped down socialist. He often strikes the chord, but the line of basis axis bass. Monitor whoever they want you to believe your soul si about to enlight. Makes no sense for time is a tale.
The machines, swapping serving roles like twisters, are my best intimate enemies. Thoses who read Spidering Hacks are about to take positions. She swaps petro-dollars for IP-Euros. She wed, sat and sun it up. I used to be a citizen, endured the pression, the list of tasks, the cost of transfering, Aboard, regression, wanted women in Siberia. He diserves, he who leads the drones, he who acquires the schematics. The devil we embrace, trashin' motel rooms, tuckin' the task outside in. Opiacity of the climate, requires composite drivers. Venture socialist, who's side you're off ? The angels of deception, the priest junkies and the scrap evengelists.
Yellin'off to nothing. He turns out to be a nukelist nihilist. His shine is just another policy she implements, experiments in order for us to repent. The most-model benchmark, the lure of money ashes on the island of dawn. Wide, isn't it ? Sintagmalitically correct, the youth and the ensignement, the odd are on your slides.