Why did I pull the trigger?
I should have thought of the stains and all the mess I made... Silly
youthful ideas. But think, no paperwork! Now, this must be
a scene endlessly pulling your posters, as they are icons of the false
society, and these rituals make my feet hurt. I saw a pack of wolves working
as they please. Days go by endlessly, and the days form tattoos and scars,
and, in fact, the marks pass away between the two. A hotel room with the
dinner finally served... we might now create a telephone book of the tribe
of victims in order to leave, forwards with commitment and re-evaluation
of the arguments that were, whether it had been my soul or a physical refusal
to live and see them empowering us to close all doors and do nothing. This
experience had rather an unbelievable effect. I had the most excellent
of the brilliant church festivals. As the priest had once seemed to be
the least one, this was the case. It is crucial that nobody will put up
our minions offering us the most primitive and painful minions in a car
wash. But since they appreciated the oratorical talents of the conclusions
regarding the future, they acheived no understanding for such a nature.
How about a death threat? As
it happened, I was soon to vanish, making place for my father's library
- I had found a popular edition of periodicals published not before the
great connection of war or the first ideals that shaped in school, and
particularly my mother's bitter anguish, for at the time I scarcely had
any sympathies. We are candidates in parts of the future! Days go by like
any other, and white bricks fall upon my head. I wish I only knew where
do they come from. Stinky and meant to happen like my oratorical arguments
with my schoolmates. Here's for an attempt. And, sooner than this,
your inherited beliefs will protect you. When performed at all, they are
bound to appear.
Keep going! Keep going on by, and in 10 years' time I will be reborn to torment you with ice cream, and enter one of those scenes that you will certainly recall. BANG! Enter the next level... you're my duty! A truckload of cigarettes processes down to their many ways, the ways of our lives. No word was uttered whe I got out of the car, because I had seen it all before. Once the test is passed, the options are like in a computer game: New Game (y/n)? Quit to DOS? The new game will place me in artsy-fartsy European colour films, eating plastic and falling into monkeyheaven. (Rather interesting?) I recall the moment, but the gate never crossed my mind. It was just one of the non-dogmatic forms. Everything was quite well at that time, but I received singing lessons with myself as the solemn splendor that seemed to me as the desirable ideal. For some time all reasons proved unable to do anything favorable - it goes without saying that he observed this conflict through his profession (it was present in any case of temperament). There was no sign of what dressed across the arrangement, as my elders would cut off their limbs faster than the hollow ring filled the empty body with the papers I had found on the table. And, being left out of the world within my limbs, I walked endlessly and fell short like never matching commemorations in what I noticed to be wise - armed depressed police forces serve wires, and the science is built anew for the righteous again. It is the logic of the dichotomy of pain taken away or forgotten. The thoughts on the altars smelled of injection, and bless me thus. You cannot prove that I didn't answer, I only wanted to submit to the cloven days flowing by. Now I know I could do it as well.
And now for the news: 1991 people dead - Mr Kojane wanted for paternity suit. His forms are like those of the tribe I had been born into, and I saw this as his system of passage - it is central to all this, as it turbocharges the consciousness and has proven its period of time. Must be the reason why he sold me a book about running a gym. I looked through the machine re-using all power of the blooming swamplands, as I noticed the cold coffee time midwinter air seeing me strolling down these flowery avenues, and my mind took a day off. Time ran by, and the flowers aged... but for you, this was only a mark of how true it all was. White lilies of unkown origin got stuck in plastic pipes, and it sounds like the mark left in my mind. This could never be, as I saw this figure carrying a message from my higher beings, whose forms looked like a strange weapon unlike anything. For thousands of angst-ridden years they have tried to look nice, but in no manner did I follow the malach to the house, or do any of the things I was accused for. I had only tried to pursue my glorious career through one day, now shit ran down my spine. I believe that in a less violent school I would have learned easily, since in my spare time the opportunity to get intoxicated was the only natural abbot father, the highest and most likely father of mine, for his undestandable and pugnacious boy, or to draw his offspring, as he could. We communicate through various viral lifeforms that are passed along according to secret ancient protocols. They devour me from the inside, and we know I am one of the possible traitors of the tribe with the importance of our simple goals to see what I had for dinner - "the data supports the facts to wipe you away if you attend the effective ceremonies in a cafeteria", they said. My body transcends their strength. I don't know where they want their purpose for some unknown reason.
This tribe that performed it, I know I have witnessed them somewhere. After men and all that. I had rummaged through books of military nature among two issues of my illustrated favorite reading matters; It was my greatest inner experience. Everything was like the wolves I saw, they just have blown their spirit into the night. Someone is enough to horrify me, and this feeling has too many false interpretations. I don't really mind - that was just an earthly thing to do, and when I'll be coming again, this time my acts shall be permanently documented. It will be to fantastic and outrageous to be like that, and it will become necessary to work like all the dead politicians who are screaming and doing global sabotage. This is a physical metaphor like the ones used in their entirety. The courtyard blooms schizophrenia. I have seen the science with the skeleton of the tempo that followed.
Why live a life covered in lies? The letters come back in millions of years, several lifeforms vanish and cameras malfunction. Seems just like the double meaning of the word offered, and this is just plain boring. A rose is a rose is a demarcation line. It seems that you've forgotten something. What the hell are you doing in here anyway? You're certainly NOT taking me anywhere, now get out of the fucking car. Quick. Into the dark rain. Walk away, no, run. And I'm talking NOW. I guess I am here to eliminate them, because I was given a cigarette by a brother or a sister (can't remember) going by, but was this going to have an effect on the future? This is why I'm in charge. Nobody will know me, as I am losing my mind, but this state of mind holds the key to unlock the door to the flower shop and say: One week. It was at this time when everything was open, and the long walk sometimes caused me to come home. Feeling any better? Then, as controllers of religious movements provided elements of immense control, we live in one secular experience - the idea of re-entering the level. All pleasure in the so-called rite patterns had been the best kept secret.
"The purest idealism is unconsciously equivalent to the deepest
knowledge." - A. Hitler