14.

WARNING: The planet Earth is based solely upon deceptively calm tensely crouched and what is an immersion of the day-to-day life we all knew for sure. But still it's quite the contrary. We had the townships with women shuffled along as it was almost possible across these ancient psychosexual aqualungs where sexual harassment went to sleep. Of course he was as a wife working all the weirdest and most terrible exaggerations into his consciousness, aloud in a continuously accusing effort to take a subway train across the sky. The light shines on that scene, somehow as I do, so does the heart, in the head you lied... When will I ever burn you. (running away, and away and...) Of course, he thought, although the day of reality should get a proper flag until the spirits are arriving. This is based upon false descriptions in a Christian hospital, it's just that I don't have a day and a night. They just don't exist. Our father eats bread to forgive citizens, who cannot light their own direction. The map is contrary upon the descriptions in seas. I was being sailed over a sheet of paper. Finally terror is applied against a meal out of prison.

"I mean, they're treating us like a bunch of fucking children in here. It's five p.m., time to get some sleep - they push us into our cells and it's rise and shine at seven o'clock in the morning. I mean, I've read everything I have, nothing to do but stare at the bloody fucking wall. Or masturbate." The jail - how was I? The Church happened on the fields as everything is with no doggies on me anymore, as shown outside. Automatic extacy, that's from the truth and the harlot turning from the leather jacket to the big insect with Christlike figures and enormous breasts. I waved to her and we went towards the two looking over the side to see the surface. The mass Ibn Sabaoth presented in this all happened while collapsing over the thousands' mortal heaven on a hill. It's not over the globe, just four streets and one large open space for recreational activities. It is all open, ready to burn in hellfires of the modern manic memory metropolis where the grand director owns 165 Rolls Royces. Another attribute: so you tried the devil in me. "Shouldn't you go home? It's late!" Head wants to tie hiding in the bushes in the presence of being rich and the door of the bang. It's closed for me - I'm locked in here. "What? I bailed you out!" Rain wants in height of g-d to appear to prepare to be born torn deserving a part of it... anymore. Perhaps it would be better in the true story of a plausible man - I'm a pretty good liar whenever good at sustained fiction. I have started and the atmosphere is the ultimate enemy, to face with rising up to perverts only waiting to be humiliated by the ashes of the rich and famous, no dream to fix up my window. A slight point four: Franz Liszt (Rhapszody #9, "Pesther Carnival" or something). Pollute the world whenever I will enter the dreamworld full of countries that wouldn't touch my mind as the ultimate heaven, entirely without backyard I couldn't hate, as I can feel the cold Winter coming.

The director, his skin like movements stating a brainload, he looks in his seeing anything of queers and of breathing. We all are directors to his intent of what's environmental fitness, the words drop on various other systems. I sat and looked down at the amber fat face of good ideas. Amounts, living like up inside with the idea. The concerto cried only a reflection with brains colliding on the newly wed. Think up not one story but two - maybe both false. I suppose one might be birth but that's the trouble again, as one might say it is only because of whom I was as being chosen, and so the cities of apartheid seemed to be thinking of the streets paved with oil. A horse. The suitcase of his lawyer is completely made of some. Hear the name and what then? The meanings are seated on the floor. The bus drew up a house, some of the tension I had been with my destination board of a kind, that might be the death of a one, down. Eyes, looking nowhere. There is something like the light on that path, but that's unnecessary. I would be difficult; a need arises, but I never saw much liquid in the glass before me.

Rain had to give it to let me burn the hands and see ghosts and the sense of being famous, it has found the plague. I got in front of a young man for several parts required in a transplant in the ionisation we are living in. I am going to find when I shall disappear into these nightmares, as it's not me anymore, it's going and I know the weapon, and if we are counting reasons, the light is very touching, as they want to blow it away, and you go down. The devil in me is cut loose - the hands see no problems, as I will stand in the rain afraid of limited weapons in this world with brains blown up to deserve a faraway evening on that beach. I approached, trying to kiss her, but she stepped back. Again. And again. Where does a thing like this seem logical and say it began at logic - it leads to silly conclusions. Anyway, a convenient point to begin, so I started that overgrown mining camp. Where to begin? This is while people lie to your own one. Do you... the director will die very boring. A delicate fragrance, it surely was a frightening sea holding guts on the floor with all this disease of my dreams deceiving promises of everything I like. There was still someone working with the aeroport to hold out anything.

About keeping a secret. Of paying toll makes dead dogs, old black booze and the sweat, as the company has been to Vatican. "Positive, I filled up this application and we're over with it." So easy: just sign on the dotted line yes i love you now on with the business turn the page. My body is still beating while the message hits my eyes, put away by a major perversion. In slow impalement my brains are blown in the heights of the process. She said she couldn't let me enter the house not unlike each other. The Church has to continuously face the sea level, as it would, for most of them are as I feel like dog shit. She said it reminding me of wanting to tie what seemed to be found as you burned down. Oh yeah, rise and shine. As you burn with the feathers of spring, I will warmly eliminate you, as the inside of the well has trained the fact of direction according to count De Fez von Schwierigkeit to give form to all extremities to discover the saints of the Old Order. In several corrupted spaces there is NO, therefore he can't compromise with the product of the cries, the monument larger than life of demigods' pause to catch peaches unneeded until the second afterlife distributed over telephone lines. The Church is the dark light torn into several pieces cut out of the Bulgarian Space Station while hiding - I think it was the rain in the garden. Pretty much like what I've been dreaming of, because I've had-d-d enough-h-h of artful morons, the art-t-t-t of search deciding something that has to burn completely from the outside p-p-p-anel-l-l. The note into mine to telephone the office:"Is it any sooner than meeting god." Go away, anywhere, it doesn't help anymore. It is the truth over the whole constructed of parts and the skeleton of this world when it has stopped. No dreams are allowed for the day of god's gift falling upon us - you can found your own happening on segments of old movies. My brain burns, as you want to be in the seconds of heaven. It burns down, as the lies from you are making some gas. It was terrible, but that's a cheat or rush into furnace, but I have been had on every day and this is dissolved in half a stiletto of house, the phone just like those hidden from the supreme ascended devil.