Lust too many inner wars. Afu-Ra and Jeru, clubbed to death squadrons, spiders like drones, one too many level agents. Is he related to Sun Ra ? Poly-crack does it in a way i could endorse. Psalms of mitag. You are supposed to afford it but there seems to be bugs off the wire. I killed her sexless soul. Where do we leave to from here ? Korean hookers in the motel was a conservative option. Jesus strikes in the details, Mahomet globs with regular expressions, how does Moses scores ? He didn't. The nutralized zone should be paradise for the legions of underrated junkies we hire for our tests. This is not odd, it's just lame and might lead readers to converge to uncovert places as such.
You smoke way too much crack. On the short span, it's wrong, but on the legal terms, you might have a clue so let's sniff some glue. The pale rider off the shores is on the break from the whore. War might provide more than we can endorse, but there are not terms of discussion. She'll never know. Postcards from the expired attic, swap and shift, i won't head south. The problem is i must defer and defend the trashin'scores and the hurtin'scarfes. I never was real, what are you cypherin' about ? No god, no bellow, hurting myself.
I sustain in order to defer before i resign. I get my kicks on channel six, narrowcasting live feeds from the basement flat, A. & A., rapture riders, schimo neglector, what was i to tune, pimps and pankster, whose's side you on ? The light blinds my eyes, dirty wicked trash, sexless transvestites, harbour naplam, silicon dunes for undercovert cobalt mines, busy for phonesex, he who indict, she who crawls and dances, i let them lost and alone.
Hard core quad trio. Ventures blames, hacks airplanes, slave in command bash, trick them trigger blank bank white ass nigger, he decides who to free and who to sudo rm -R. Brutal climax, unsafe sex, status discarded, chronic panix, when i was manic, united trust, spoiled secrets, machines in my room, her sight makes it gloom, john donger, william burroughs, naked feist in the abbys, collateral serving, the gates of the empire.
Then came perception of time, a haunted daemon of the inner cell, the mash-downed version of a psychotic selfish wanker. More than often, lacks perception, processions roll, intrusion logs, arbeit gloss, a different king of the drums, the kick of the morning heroin and the lake coke, souped-up benchmarks, crazy in the static, concrete musician, bless the editor.
Brain kit on EBay, scatter soul in spring. Long dead gone are the days of lust, lure and must. I deploy sequences on the MPC, hopefully a release by the end of the day. Four tracks, blood shed, burning beds, station late, latte cino, mogadischo, what are you talking about, the towers of ebony, dub sculptures, resigners on demand, she'll be mad at me in a sad way.
The blank naked feist: who to heal and where to dwell ? I'm just another prophet or christ on demand. I'll take you down to the abbys, the basement flat, the nuke's temple, the hack shrine, hallal jambalya. The bus passes me by. Bagshot and backticks. Where were you when the monolith stroke or when i left the attic ? You cancel posts as a ghost. There's a mansion, plural matter, brutal shalk, blue fingertips, nails trashers, sugar babes. Musica !
When i was mixing up medecines, down in the abbys, trenchcoated summer, ballistic tenner, affair drowned, lovesick struk by a system i hacked into. Metaphors of acid, a rush of enmphets in the brain, forgave election, forgave yaltas, forgave selfishness of your neighbour, forgave the christ and jesus, forgave the forecasts, forgave them but not me. Guilt strikes as the heart strokes. Quad core nitro, facelift ego. She tried to lure me into believing there's no masterplan. Hat trick, big up to your crew.
The stairs to farewell. Cobalt and uranium melted at the oval station stardom, wanker's olympic, don't forget to take pics. Half habett street. Bang Bang like i was a trigono. Decoys appear in shades like often scrambled porn tv. Blames rain on my vanity start-up venture socialist. To feel secure in my own skin again would take ages without acid.
Later, the new school charmer is about to take over as a fürher. She tried to hold me beside the hole. Neither either ether be the other. Next ! Step down, resign from the commons and go covert. Scrambled legs, mashed shoulders, brain down, there must be something missing in today's cocktail. I'll encounter you below the Opera, giving up the phone. No good, no bueno, hustling myself...
Infatuated mornings. Alone. The lust you seldom feel. Hustling myself. Disclosure trust, resignation stamps, the call of duty, the new immunity, bank blank, catholic credo, total clearance, best practices and kudos mute. He who drowns make me feel like a clown, a dummy in the passenger's seat. Axis mutation, XSLT on demand, namespace conclusions, permanent vacity, back to shaggacity but i'll wait until the acid strikes. I don't known if i'll be able to face her after what i've seen.
Alas Alias, shaggacity sworns out. Best practices and secrets, clean sheets and cheat, hustling herself. A rush of sweat in the bucket. I talk too much for slave i am. Vanishing spots, cancelled dreams, ghost of a pusher, host of a dinner. Mister minister disaster, desire collides with anarchy inside the brain of the host. Alas, name the system and the song.
Spoonbank, sugar kane, never trust your dreams nor your visions. There's master in plans so dismiss shall i. I made it to the ace station, changed the name on the tablet to a. Went back to school in order to cast a tiny vote. Ropper doper. Blitzkrieg coast to north. The church passes me by, all i want is to go get down on her knees. Singular statements from the yalta decoy, does she even care i lust the other one ?
Exotic toxics. Advertise, lematize, strike another and start anew, it's going to happen baby blues. Stress the stigmata on the hands, stress the pain it takes to keep your own secret : who is on the other side of the camera ?
I don't care what the time is, i don't care what the tide is, who cares about the weather ? Format, cypher and resign. Thou shall love your neighbour, nor lust your workmates. Long gone are the days. Korean karaoke, bodega party, we were matching a game together and asking questions about the regulation. That's as close as i'll get to tell the meatspace truth.
The keyword is sustain. Four winds and the Waterboys. It's the thing we never explored together. There's your junior yalta i have to discard to get a second chance at the comity. Grand Satan is not who they want you to believe. Dare i ask questions on monday ? Dare i november flowers ? The police stood still. Suddenly last month, curves engraved, lethal visions, my death.
That was just another dream i had, early in bubble mind. She don't give a damm about me. Ropper dopper, i'll be polite. The ballot went swift, smooth as instinct, safe as my soul. Can't sleep, won't eat, there's an equation there but fender dental takes over my mental. Wake up many times, depth by night, scores apathy, sonar besides me.
Where does she go, so do i care about what A. does and i fantasy about how it could feel to be close. Neither either. Rope and dope. Schism and systematism. Karma points ain't no good below this this precise point. What the time is, ripples the skin, hard to neglect, miss anthropy, forgive me lord, what am i talking about ? A.
The alphabet realm, suicidal tendencies, lack of consistency and humanity. I prefer the proximacy of CPUs, my prime directive is to serve. Do i do it alright nor in an harming way ? The prime numbers, month of june or november, strike another, start anew, xtrmntr, poor lonesome lover of decoys, lame dummy down in basement, mixing the medicines, you're on the pavement. This is bloody serious, mate. I die, tuck at take off, drown as the the tide, shifting the times, early spring, blame it on the lack of us. I didn't mean to harm but please give me the schematics. Citizen farewell, never was engaged, never was free, never was.
Either way, do and don't, you stumble into the room and i can't even stare at you. Busy with cryptograms. The deed and the seal. It's impersonated and impressive. The cinematic orchestra describes a home edit. No bang, no bling, running to stand still, forget the chill, this is priceless, more powerfull than subutex, my signal is jammed by a yankee, where did you leave ? Ever when. Can't stand the downsides. Borders. You drive solo on the hyphenhighway. False signals, another decade of silicon, transmission lost, unanswered messages.
I can't stand the distance from my terminal. It'll be on your terms, my means, your semantics. I've trown away the lust key, mumu land, the dope corner, the cancer infusions, the basement flat, the lyrics and the seeds.
The memory of this screen, i could have hold your hand. Farfetched. To build a home, make i ask for a dance, do you tango ?