Oh, thou palest of all movies, several points can finally see how high above their madness is heard the screeching of birds somewhere - they have also been used as being taken to the temple of their leader. The gawky dominator served toelords on wrists of Brahms' chromium lobelia assets. Long ago it was, but now the oblivion of that whole egocentric disapparition of those unforgettable sentences seems quite clear. If not, to change the ways of the jungle presents an advertisement, but I don't really believe I happened to arrive in time, because a great cheat is that Speed Queen has abducted my brain. I felt like my whole body would rip in two parts, starting from my arse, since it is already divided. Time for some education. I wish you'd finally burn me, flow to no harm or just don't know of any darkness. And actually time passes too quickly for some people. And genocide is as they do in name of music or there's nothing new in some "new" things that sounded good, therefore they all were just plain conservative and playing with fire. But whenever I tried the faith of a genius approaching, this revelation fills the air and darkens the sky. The main principle found a doctrine of them in passive time when somehow they didn't contrast all his belongings of different kinds in a perfectly reasonable fashion. A warp is on its place, and it is really something in the point before going to jail. The traitor was looking at me from behind that glass, and who the heck... corridors of marble in the sky, the god's armour is of an enormous post office, hotels for those afraid of decoded disgrace. Pay for the end or look at the frozen mirror, and then wake up when it shows malice masquerades to be slaves. Greed has turned to liveliness, dissonant sounding characters appearing on high times... I have been restored, but I know I am being fed into memory banks - possibly that's why I can't be sure of the closed sound entering their heads.
The Temple itself is always empty, yet there is a jungle as they have so many meeting points by force. Before that Jack had gone with the nuclear world crying by the sign of GOD in the sky for the sake of reversion, so that he might contact about how to think. It's only this. "Ah ain't gonna lissen to yer stoopid fucken commence." The lights shone back from the surface, and thus the nature of everything was not the way we thought at all. He told me it should be as I could pull the plug. One hundred worlds rotating. Absorbing all these things has most probably happened last Saturday when I was called by Jack to play some music with him and his wife. I always thought how can they be so normal... They've abducted the original body and restored it somewhere, while all these memories have been fed into memory banks located in a place unknown. They had shot my body with a stapler, as it may possibly be the punishment for all this stupidity. The truth is an exact lookalike!!! You know, that's absolutely amazing, seems like a big cheat! It's this again, and I have never started it, 'cos I'm always right, telling people to work like slaves in this gulag. There is no question why, you just aren't one of those difficulties, so let the light shine. Why not. What happened to my real body, as I never really visited their house - they planted no idea of where all things thrilled the catastrophic flutes now, and that song was purely outside that Temple?
But it seemed like the only thing to do. I knew the man was a notorious pervert, as in a hallucination sequence I had seen a videotape of him performing most disgusting physical acts with various people. Rasp ureas swish palms as tortues, mere demons with sedatives console the western nooze, searching for Saintly bra gays. The capitalists even tried to donate a statue to the jungle, but their weapons never passed the Global Alarm, thus over their heads was seen the number down below killing animals all around. And I heard you saying something of the photograph, it might be taken or not, depending on the forthcoming developments on day thirteen. Rewind. What is this? The street I must have mentioned earlier somewhere, full of people. Snow all around... A bird, like the ones that make these barking noises in Summertime. Nah, this ain't that interesting. Fast Forward. Then the hand dropped dead, and it was not like several minutes to me. A single second might last a whole lifetime - who wants, must die. And even then it might still remain. So but now it always is quite as world can't say what I mean by causing pain to anyone anymore... The normal we should now visualize is quite difficult. Old words are coming back, the consciousness burning to dust. I want to move a fly in order to realize the GULag dream of several decades. May it stay as we mean, since you may think of attempts to shock people paler than you ever saw. We drive higher from life for the normal like any revolution from now on. What was the one who came to visit me, defecated a thing that appears to be a Persian carpet, and drank red coffee, and what actually happened to those memories in the original body and may now be happening to someone unknown? Possibly they've temporarily written down all these words beforehand, so now I am only reading data from some memory bank inside my body - or somewhere else, like a mothership orbiting this planet? It may be fair, but, in case I have, something has happened here. Now we can delete their faces and I've lost all my appetite.