Resume long
Long lapse of lust and desire. Consumed and abused. Dinner deals, wicked wheels. Drawing circles around the punanni. How come i came. Then switching name servers, back to Europa, back home, log time no duke. Cialis works. Fleshspace and mindspace. Fuses blown. Ice toppings, temperemental, progress and activity. Dinner deals, healthy wealth, services, transports it sports, another album, make eye contact, scarf history, the rest is, the test is waiting. New mining prospects, home projects, steady vacant.
Amen
Yazumi and babes share a common point of view. My thumbs are narrow, hits the pads and the keys, plain old docs and dots. I left her and loved her and then long lust for her. New shoes, i can wait, untied, blended, nose bleed, cancer smokes. That's how it feels when the flesh turns into meat. It just went real. This. That. Then for an instant i grab a glimpse of hell on earth, and i'm not a situspectator. It turns to the inside, it shines so deep down, the warm and wet flesh, i postulate before her. What did went wrong back then, i can't even recall, all these years have passed me by, now i'm gone, and my drugs are high the crack cell engine dust bones scholars. Fuses.
Transisted
Turtle torrent, throbbling sorrows. Neglection of the past mistakes. I ever was free, what are you messing about, lord he believes blankly i'm wrong but i'll uncipher it's namespace and prove it's wrong. Nefected, transcode the polned airport of the long winter span. Wasted on mental drugs, deprecated tags, seldom seen bombs, that huge, that tiny, that me. Ambushed around the corner. Benway is distant in delay and distance. Apostolics. Schematics of yet another conference. Sometimes we ride in the taxis, until the end of the city, like big stars in the backseat, nervous exhaust, asphalt money, spare bread, neglected.
Tarnished
Sometimes it shines, when a civilian dies, the daughter's brothers, the rare act browser, kill them all. The Beatboxed MPC triggers yet another sound. Blasts. Her conservative wife, morn norm. This is the last dance, motion replay, robotic stances, sighted in the club, sweat escalates, the deal is on, saturn calling. Mesmerized by your flesh, the tips i grabbed later off, printed words, hand scaffolded partials, plai silver pain, naplm clouds around us, this and that, the cobalt affair. Left her then loved her. Authors' conference, swedish dishes. Balastic plates of wax, brown ashes, i can endure, i can survive, most of the spam, american victims. Solar stems.
Scrutalities
Litanies, these were the current popular blues, underneath the sheets, safe bet. If ever was i real, if ever was i, i want to scraf in my flesh to shape and the shades of such a remote pleasure of pain addiction, afflicted by the metal dress you wore that day, that night, ten years ago. It turns out digging my memory was in the fact my graveyards until the oil tubes and the addictive gaz station, before the zoo. Systemism, socialism, nextism. In the aftermath of official peace, in the lethal little nightmare of the daily routine, we left the process and went blind and deaf. Ossan Hassan now works for Benway serving as an auxilliary to the orbituary. Theses were the blues. Period.
Digitics
Have mercy and sell respect, official standards of acracy, syntax errors and shaded policies. IS it still october ? Europa went wrong. I went right for once. Auxiliarities of the times, still times, still clocks, and when i woke up, twelve years latter, two ages of us, stage three, united. I'm for real baby, there's no such joke. Saturn. Copyright fascist's oxymere, it keeps on lasting after you're dead. It'll last forever starting the ever tomorrow, when the day never ends. I left her once, and that's mroe of a scarf to handle, most treasured pain, most miss concieved thoughts ever to travel my brain. As crude as it gets, as vulgar as they are. Nothings lays still.
Drafters
Paroled, broken in the basement flat. Gone are the abbys and the attic. Level zero socialities. Bashes, bushes and branch extended appart. I feel like falling again for her, for that delicious it gets. This is official, the feed is over. Null voids the blanks at the bank. No such thing, no such dreams, no such realities. It turns out i was closer to the edit, already scrambling my tiny perversities into obfuscated schisms, but the truth is official and i long or it.
Enchanted
Torrented and tubed. This gets us deeper out of the obvious to the officer. Diner deals again. Fleshes until the thresold, statistic lectures and baby junk food flood. After yet another cup of coffee, mighty tea, and inflated rails, i felt awake again. Scares the shift out of my sight. Codalurgy on saturday, solitude. Crowded mind, endangered one, thelethal ends and means of the city. It shines evens and odds. Spare parts, lost'n'found, the criterium until the census. Numerus claussus in this kind of kingdoms, sort of, laxitively writting. Let me embrace the full spectrum, let me spell on the fluffy clouds. Towers of bass.
Parallels
I log onto you, hiphop you don't stop, the reverb box, the fuzz machine, delicious. I'll never be a timekeeeper. Cool new tricks on the way by the atomic spectacular accelerator. Cursed by design, beweled by truth. Analgamism of partials, decipher will trigger pain backwards to propell the right vassel into space. Bombards flew low that night. Fat farmers, easy receptionists, special unit milita. Missing words just turned out to be wrongly spelt.
copshoot
time running out, good to know you do care that much, i'll beright back offside. last hopes, burning desire, inferno disco, like madonna loves dicks, empty planets far left, innerdwell, fargo browse, complexted. Lavelle saved my life, put me back on tracks, spinning diamond and rubys. If it wasn't the case in the scenario, i'll let you catch a glimpse of the furtherest action of deceipt, cash back money, here's your receipt. no good, no bueno, hustling her.
Spicy season
Time was indeed streaming out of control from the robotics makers union. Sadded by reallity. Hopefuly comes it to an end. No time to spell off the last words before the ellipsis. Ipsos are gone but the stage is still set. Nihilated by the flesh around the bones. Echo decks, silly checks before landing, reverbial prospects, exams overage. statistics again. I don't care what the rail is, nor what the fix is, i've been consuming my drugs all along the way to be presentable to you.