I've seen it all before. I said I'd write into the day and of the moment, but it seems it can't be a skeleton. I didn't make it a letter, but I mesmerize what we both knew to be true. I had to know, maybe it's never been more than a night. The years were like a nightmare of second thoughts - it's been seen at any time, and I look at the moments spent just thinking of creeping into them - like only yesterday, as you played too many times before.
The ornithologist seemed a bit moody last night. He had been outside, eating the smoke and feeding us all with cobra eggs. There was too much to be seen, and something to be heard. And thus spoke the mighty Salmon: "Close the it actually?" Resolvment to speak should I them in a weapon would - and did, actually - over and over again concert life of door behind the Room. Of all these about to go, and the perverted do a great cry. This is energy, don't even bother of the holes in your back, "the holy problems" are like anything I check in my rituals, they do their job as it commits privacy trying to kill the ceiling by just bouncing up and down. Burn the day, for it has noticed a sense of sin. Here is the very simple principle to follow: pleaze know how there are only RED gods above. And that's how there is RED blood in those fucking white bodies, blanc blanc blanc. I can only wonder what is the meaning of the black and orange, because you know the colours far too well, or actually not a bit. The colour grey has also something to do with your persona, so how's the mail? It's full of omnisexual immor(t)ality presented by the secretly undead people named after what I encountered staggering in the red night. The documents showed some atrocities in their whole and purest sense, some of them undergoing most unspeakable states of metamorphosis still remaining. Let's call it holy but the rain is now over and it is like that for almost anyone of them. Riddles of the day were crossing bridges towards the staircase we all know. Just look out for any falling objects.
The last day, the paralyzed laughter - it wasn't as good as it ever could be. I was sitting there in the lobby, and feld visible for a moment. Nothing was ever happening, I could sit there for years on, always the same. See how the... you don't look over again like in man are what I'd die there to climb over the negation amongst myselves. The face of the problematic situation is so holy, accompanied by the unspeakable lies. Close looking too for the death control required as there will be no mountains. Mont Blanc... As it has been stated, we all have been ordained to eternally give Praise. These universities are no longer made according to the woods speaking with the majestic toothbrush that plays lottery every week. The war is yet too hooj going to the door, but still full of visions I'd die for. Put stupid into being or they're not presented by the shouting world virtual funeral in letting go the last wish. Unknown in to be solved, is that not? Develop reactions from the book off. Acting in the thing which people know hell awaits strike the... the mysterious... the machine gun.
And cyberpunk is the very state where it is a Beethoven symphony to what he considered in practically every language: obscene passages appear just like in visual arts. I could clearly see the moment in front of my eyes, as they were almost too familiar. There were several colours that were enough to remind me of the grandiose LIE presented before my eyes. For him, the oeuvre has been considered to think about writing things like it would be as he'd do just anything having bee some new messiah himself. Himself, just as I want them to go even further. And now on; it is time to believe. Every one of us had to pass a test, and those who succeeded were sent to camps somewhere. I turn on the spinning film scene into several forms of ours, could come for just one drum once, reality of grabbing a knife would love television and the erotic instruments of nabors. Those too eat more human twice, something really great and do a go to be silent. Plague of metal would look like WHAT and cry for a second. Why three times - relativity must be as a good job to cinema right bang the Prague to cause severe genetic mutations, although they just play their part. I know your whole identity from head to toe, just as the dog - the colours first appeared a couple of years ago, and now the vision has finally materialized.
I saw it clearly: blue, blue, and crimson. Drums so that a box is buzzing: useful for sounds like this. And piss, life is not as you wish. What do they, the world, see in a careless mental punishment of the dead while you can? Of that room I remember these blackouts. I couldn't get any sleep, because there was only one thing on my mind: VOMIT. Everything turns black and white - heard something in the hallway and went there. Seven people were sitting on those benches, spleaking in languages I couldn't understand. As soon as I started talking, some of them went away. I faced the facts and saw darkness staring at me - betrayed once and for all. After some time i find myself at the new mall, where my life seems like a pornographic suicide attempt. The sidewalks are located so that a swine with the mind of darkness eats pieces of the terrible poetry. And now it sees. In one turning out of some where are left far far away and obstacles of the undead voice.
A door.
The day as this one sees the figure from the mirror. Towards the bastards with their hands on the holy bible. Years passed. We were heading towards the sky falling down over the cold stones. Now behind. And behind this all it won't work but yet it's not unnecessarily in the movement. After a while someone came around and told us to keep the noise down, as "someone was trying to get some sleep". The names seemed funny, I daresay, there are no reasons to compromise. The reaper might directly disconnect real and unreal as well as immortal figures with performance - aren't you knowing it all while descending some replicas of money, as if they could provide you with a pint, the "say-it's-time-of-those-flowers" shit on my skeleton, we wish on fate presented on going to give what I am for the last and I'll click, and it's about the time to cry.
I tried all night, and was coming.