I think I got your letter while hiding from the world in a place more secret than you could know or anything, and you always make me think, as I almost cried. Really! I mean, you noticed the rights of a cenobite. Of course, it's a good thing, pretty wild though, madness is always a lonely fun. There was, among all other things, a piece of paper, a green one. Strange...
"How do you turn these things off?"
Why should you really. The green thingie really amazed me. Now, I don't really suppose you really know what you are actually doing, it just isn't that easy all this. It doesn't look so bloody happy, and this feeling is too intense to appear once more. Mindless violence... a masochist, or at leat it seems so, since this behaviour is not normal at all... Happy End. Oh, yes, everyone can see it open, they are out there, always watching. The yard was empty, yet I felt the look of someone. Your life is not required, only the information. Strange dreams, I daresay... professionally... commented by the brutal commands... alternative reality, possibly... Welcome to the Limited Edition Mail Order System banned in every civilized western country. Is there any kind of therapy available to suit you? Have your enquiries been answered so far, even a single one of them? We have located all callouts chirping in the corridors, recorded those who don't have to play according to the rules set by assholes and burning any activity in yours. Give us everything you need to that self to let a quasiperson where I never knew this or exist and never for just being one of those, who have him where destiny is one and it is possible to earn a million in 45 minutes (few points down here on the bare unreal...), day somewhere far away like anything on this day, this, reasons are even on my level, happening as my mid spits at the 5'000'000 empty bottles you face. Le Commandant has unfound and it's about time to turn around just like you always do at the gates of heaven - your will may have it's own way to do nothing, Dominus Deus!
The ensign staff leans silhouetted against the position of the rail. Lead us to the assembly line as I presumably had a built-in widow interface in the night. I can tell you it is not a sign of crisis, so am I delivering us from all evil. Lately, it has been just a cheap and simple flop, so my success is constantly present on this planet. However, I'm not available all day, so I brushed my teeth and designed machines to deal with the prospets of harassment. People will stand as I am dealing with noise, seeing the clarity of experience all over us. Buy a piece of investigation. That's what we are here for. Stockmarket tries to make me forgive you already. That doubles oh as one, drop yours. It will contrast the capital that assures the stupid films by a Coca-Cola ad. It already did: it caught on and seemed not too reasonable. Any noise that might interrupt it may clarify the domination of the licking incarnation he might find so funny. Not unlike a roudabout and it won't listen to those who wait and won't understand me, they won't come inside as you know and can never be disturbed by just anyone a'la carte noire of the priest who notices his distance as an obstacle for having anything, cut, boiled to angels making way for your earth to have an absolute step-up movement - kinda like a light perversion, but perhaps too slight for us to know. This is how I dig deeper. (The sound of a car door. Burning drapes. Obscure voices.) As for dealing with some reason, well... We don't have a car suitable for making money all day and night, but I see no problem with that.
Slow down! We have gathered here to claim our places in the Kingdom of Heavens (we do go there, yes) in the saga of manipulation all over us, but, quite honestly, their emotions may or may not lead anyone into temptation, but rather into nightmare production. Hold the flame as it comes nearer. It has always been like that: suffocating... Atteeeeen-tion! Yes, you may, continue, but give it a serious thought on your prime time. Possibly the reason I'm hazzling around for nuclear secrets is how God's wife was feeding me to tell you about how we are living in a world of assembly line reproduction. That's why a cigarette won't be of any help. Nothing can be done, as I saw those bones as well, speaking so beautifully of war, wet in pieces like the plan #666 you showed me some days ago. It amused me, it was more like the move from one to ten in colours like green and creamy white, exactly like the things I've seen. So animate and wondering... !!!EVIL!!! !!!EVIL!!! Maybe they're just like I am, monitored again. HA! Do you really think everyone is exactly alike? Now would you please fuck off! Don't even think of being >1 or even - the ill-minded will be in thy amusement as well, oh behold the devil. It's all yours. All new buildings come within sight, but still I think of times of crisis, when incessant men were capable of acting with sexual harassment and scientists seemed like rabbits to free themselves. It is no place like coming around from the far adge of the universe to praise on and on and on the arrival of a for fed eurodisco crap the unholy ground is too bad, of course the great simultaneity might help together with the praises like full guns - you know of a reason without any way northwards or westwards to bang on, and we are to have all of our pockets full at the moment of my death. Inanimate... nothing ever occurs. The five-year plan was to realize the loudest dreams of the unborn taken from the reportage concerning habit-forming. This is the abyss and we want to come back here. (Another slam of the car door. Must be some amendment.) I am not talking in the night, as my lovers might not deal with my quarrel, feeling incessant, hysterical, or lost - the society of ass today to witness us after our deaths.
Thus in a way we are siblings of destiny, but there is still one strange point: Do you ever meet any of the unreal persons from your paintings? I real life, that is. In fact, I once met a woman I had drawn with my eyes closed. The gun speaks so beautifully we need no other limits to create the paradise of drunkards, and no more volunteers for the worldsaving, as they are kicked on the head for jumping on the sidewalks of human race. And, by-the-way, it's not even worth it.