Hippies
Kill them and end up with yourself. Hang yourself high. They used to call 411 for me, but i'm done running. I'm done with so many things, next station is terminal for i am concerned. The blame is on me, as i tried to be noticed in my political trial. The loner who just walk out the door, could possibly be, neither was, seldom seen, now long fogiven. For my memories of you are to be discarded by medication, i shall repent. This blurry halo seems good for a while bu it ended up on earth. How come ?
Resolvution
I let it expand, the territory of medication. The theory that thunder strikes is laid on rest. Caught between, down under, near the table, alone as fuck. I indulge myself. There never was such thing as guenuine justice for citizens. Who am i to tell ? The scrafed surface of the militarywise sections of the current torrent, torn appart, don't want not to get stoned. Tomorrow wasted as in dust. Christ, how come i be so bored ? I am jesus inside of me. The thresold, the layers of fiction that surround me, the lack of tangibility, the fact that it all remains inside my head.
Sports
Careless situation. I can't even talk to myself. That how god lays it, score given, ranking set, groups settled and expanding, the season is against me. Unsafe thoughts, restless services, unthankful contractors. The joke being on me. My remains and the dust of surroundings, liminal stance, cuts the flesh, triggers the gun, figures the prospects and destroys any form of planification or projects of any kind. The neither being stills, shifts, shuffles as in tricks of card where you are meant to loose. The man next you ain't your brother classwise. The emergencies are to settle on something out of my brain so i burnt my hand in order to feel the reallity of the current state. Sleeping kills.
Carboot
For on sale i am, for i have no clues about the fourth encounter. Lethal doses, new drugs, shifting places. Feels like the end is gone, past a few yards, dead bless, god signal. Features many theresold statistics but endures time as a perverted monk. Salvation troops, cellular corps, mental divisions. Order on demand, please let me in. Fistfull of lies, a powerful selector, nodal statements, atomic values, to name a few. I owe you so much, can't write a lie, but can hide the truth beneath a thousand randomly crafted words. Still.
voided
I feel such a void inside of me. No desire for anything. Slow farewells. Maybe i'm depressed again, once more. Can't find any motivation to change the set-up and i feel things moving around the others few i see but it lays still when it comes to me. The days pass me by. Blame for for i am bored to null. Mean times. Less fragments. I can feel the fear this causes but i can't do a thing about it. I'm sick to the point of not trying. Some are trying to starve me, most just do the same and ignore me. THese days have passed me by, all i do is to go down below. Abbysmal statium dub.
empty
scared to the throat, billions away, the nukes and the dukes. I stare at the empty, i wait for the reference to be blessed. shouts out, anger reflected, angst to be poised, no logic in the frame. miss the solitude that was before the void, food aches, starved at work, their policies. fear of flying, can't stand lying, in store, outside, midnight, wakes down, laid indoor, narrow, pistols, drums bed, piano roll, later shift, early mission, silenced to death, echoes the blindness, i'm off, sworn out, decay and decoys. That sums it up.
cold sweats
cold sweat, square one, i clicked at her. the before of the being sick. i shall depart. it doesn't feel right, body shaking, two daysin a single row, even a single cell. depressed as i was and would possibly can. neither be the other. underway confrontation, planned events, staring looks, tricks and hacks, no surprises, no feedback. that also sums it up.
long time no write
no rest, no peace, just code and rails. give up the phone and the socializing, therapy appart. blank dream, sleep late unless workday minority. embrace the ghost. the void is filled with ruby code, nightmares are gone. simplex medication, no time for meditation. twinspark. Sterlnikov paradigm, let them laugh and embourgeoise themselves. no sleep 'til beta. fiber, dedibox and stuff. some more shall we part.
long sports no ride
no peace, no pace, late drifts, skunk and coke, easy money signal, postal benchmarks, i'm off desire for anything and who do you believe you'd be ? supermodel, censorship, actions. shreaded boxes, deal in effect, easy samples on the MPC, farewrong to the monster, believers seldom heard. i long for us, if ever there was such in situation, distant host, personnal ghost, you don't know me and yoou neither will. skunk and cocaine, forgotten medication, the fake deal, the restless realm, faceless and textless, closure.
Reception
I saw her yesterday in a bar, queen of sorrow, blinking eyes, it all ended up in space. Next past, i forgave, next path i guess. Trying to make music again. Worthless span as improductive as i can be. I shot the minister, prefer to make plans, visits airports, need new transports under SSH. She was obvious but the context was not fair. One more rail, one last drop, another tear. Binary hacks, seldom fences are justiced to the people. Interrior romance. Futurism.
Infusion
My laws are maximal, there is no comment. Versionizing, bulk updates, minor strokes, weight loss, both in commons, braindrops, monitoring needs infrastructure. I neither was real, what were we tucking about, blown fuses, past lapses, i shall walk the village, i shall sleep on storm, before it's really gone, before the chances to flesh vanish for bones. Grredy monsters new budget, take months off, linear patterns, decent amount, reo-placed parts. Your lover walks past the door.
Ad minister
I was lured by the prospect, to the point of no haircut. reversed cards, no cheap thrills. nose bleeds, night acid trips and sweat massive. Genital flaws, how come she write that much. I can't survive the tidal frequency, the lows and the highs, the depth of the span, the verses of the cursed, kingdom is only yours. Western breaks, past the post, define the getter, worsen the treasure, she who dwells on the other bank, i can't grab the situation. Bitter.
Guenuine and open sourced
Hustlers, dealers and cocaine traders, books full of hacks, overrun process. There shall be no lack of divisions amongst us. The model, the clues, the controller. Silent adrift. I miss the flesh, the lips and the vanities. My aims are confused but she's part of it. I've lost the audience in technical delays, my claims reverberate in a simulated room. Components aside, redemption refused, i trade my nukes for flowers. That what he'll do.