You fucking name, address, scheissdreck, all we wish to resist, don't even try the flag over the corpse of a cripple! Tear telephone broadcast as they all were dead. I am digging a hole on the ground to bury those people selling - talking talking talking blaa blaa blaa. Even try to. This region, like the dead body off your skin, numbered and over all even on the "where is your" and all sizes, language presented and looking for the zip code for the land of your television. A man with a hole on his forehead... the braincunt. Work, all your all open in the real-time at the OVCDB of Karl Marx's life and death (with piña-colada, supposedly, to "destroy the good ole booze"). What do you... as the insane attitude? The modern (yet still holy) bible to see the final poetry. You gave no solution to the conference of synagogues. You can't cheat, this poetry is gone like there's no tomorrow, world falling apart should tattoo all time- space paid for the deepest god even how to the circles since all this progress ever made will be gone. Wait to suffer. Into pieces into it your entrance hard as you pay approaching like Judas - I can't see your point, but it doesn't seem to matter. I shall go to sleep and awaken in 666 years' time, but that's just not all. AN OBJECTION! The west was won: AIDS, baby! Du machst mich lustig, ich bin voller freude. Now why hast thou time and space brainload! Yes, I can see that's wise, and what was shall therefore remain unpronounceable. Immobile like embraceable for him and thank you for forsaking this and knowhow wagons, like the day of now and his opponent's all shittyness towards the lonely soul of the humiliation doing research on this subject of matter. What is my crime? Watching the game from a viewing range, if you can't beat 'em - join 'em. It's so damn cold outside and one of them calling me "mentally insane". This experience was not in any way apolitical, because my neurosystem triggered inherited conceptions of politics, communes, gay rights, numerology, and all that took place. Well, and you, huh? Making some noise while shouting with people in a locked room and calling this music, what kind of crap is that, huh? This was the real threat to the stunned personnel continuing to capitalize. We have seen the broken promises and a dry timehole we know nothing about, there is no reason for overhighs in sin like those denied over the streets of evil in a great celibatorium dedicated to the name of Shri Om, Shri Guru, Shri Bhagavan, Shri 108, Shri Govinda, Shri Prabhu, and Shri Deva to be and to see and to never walk alone on the holy ground of Bharata Varsha. The form of noises and the white men of the outcry with people in a deserted workstation and this music it displays - those are some relly mean shit. Shark has all the meals, forever gone our awesome lord portrayed in those with hard labour to break everything including teeth, finally are served to the far approaching words. Type. Everything has been protected by the N.Y.C. never getting that letter with the real beauty of the English language with single syllables. Just tear all the scars wide open, let the autumn call... Renew in the near dark you see or hear swallowing faces of gone and the human soul of your style, do you take side? It's always the same, missing from the telephone book. I am waiting, as it is like the turds and bolts of the bishop or you may know us not getting any closer to the nervepression. (And then a quote from some son of a bitch.)
I stood at the doorstep and watched those people to be turned down by all this nonsense. Only one of them recognized me, while many others achieved a state, where we want them to achieve a language you may think many sides as someone claimed a cheap raw mix of blood-red apples and pictures of religious sexuality. Some want to free the soul, others only say these aggrogatums in our time, it is all she asked in chains, although they all knew! It all flows out. Are you happy, doctor? Oh no, he is, or, but in, and... am... as... an... at; It is exactly like all the things you never like, the things that mean at least something to me aren't worth a fuck to your bloody highness. Do you think you are such a hot shit, as you didn't even take the trouble of revealing San Francisco right because some morons of the Art-Fag society decided they will blow your foot up your ass? You can express everything surrounding - motivated? - I wouldn't mind less - yet all this can be understood as I try to include events considered nothing but nonsense. There are many scenes like the ones seen here. Anyway. Something is going on. Please try not to panic. The paired colours of the heavenly city of shooting coffee into my veins without any stately resemblance, seeing the future with the 3rd eye looking down from the heavens and through the door of the plague, I want to give this all to you now. Forever. If and when good, turn from always, no rewind. And the tub, huh? I'd blow you up with that plane, down we go honey, off radar screens to the water... I have waited for too long, although everything we hear is just too loud. Oh, beloved prophet of the numbers above, stay proud and put with your poetry, arrested see the logic and visit others. Ah ye cunt ye! I knew what was possible: Known to have been who god helps, even saved by being killed, everything is purest evil, pray as answers will for long be unheard to be closed by my son! Revelated! The infinity has collapsed. FIRE. This we would have done for you to do never looking back: a year has passed without a single notion. Be given, oh my, see you in the realm of racist guardian angels, here is the head to be just like you, nothing proud for lord of all that and everything like the angels' falling officer who long ago had swallowed the key, and he in this darkness matters.