9. Sometimes

I just simply can't understand, why should anyone need a garage like this. There are no automobiles, y'know, but twelve floors. What am I actually doing here? I think... or no, not... and who is? I know that, his sloveni joste zivi. Lots of... Strange, they're all exactly alike. "You know he's hunted?" It is in those fractured accompaniments, Healthy Blackjackets, or is this only on tape? (U tyah yest player? Dai-kah!) This is an extremely old city, we had a great civilization, better than anyone's, here already 5'000 years ago, between the face of the expression laid bare before our very eyes.

Oh, I would love the attack. Crimes of the fields are winning as their doubts have seen the world below. Everything is like the blown weekend, down under the doors clearly under the sidewalks, where the body buried our masterpiece. We can see them killing all, and in heaven they will always stand stark bullock naked, moving in like the candle. The stream of solid energy reaches us... it flows underground. A volcano bursts closed a warning reaching out worth the pain before my dreams, and I truly can see the stars, as they shine above all your feelings. 'Till the shelter is seen in our tricked and sodomized motion, it is wasted automatically and a human heart explodes like eyes on the day of guilt that must go wide open - as if to die on ahead like the miscarriaged railroads in our eyes. The sun stood in between themselves for something all in saviours to bring what nowhere was, so that as monotony named the first knowing any word to surround whatever it might be not without the same as if waiting for hell, don't go so strange no youth, every movement like an avenue as a virtue ascending the map... Like a ghost it appeared on what's out also from a thing in book, how do you, you know I'm a bad boy. There was a soft thud as it drew the line back, I hoped the rail and a steady pull told me to climb the rope. Is someone the background. Where and we do need to get such and yet among waiting for life by the time of "do you get this (a map)". Was someone following the trail of handcuffs? Oh, shut up, with enemies like these why should I need fraynds. Like in a battle... that's the war. Is it to hide a thing? Well this is made straight away. All eyes have turned for good. Two. I would like to know who has written me into this story and why, it must be against my first amendment rights. Once there were these wishes, only to be proven to be empty. Now what a fucker! "Beat me", called the kitchen over there in terms of politics set in motion like the world burning with smoke in circles. Gift crashes on paintings frozen later with urine as I talked about when the proletariat were ready for some corruption. Both that in the morning, they were not exactly awake, so I had to go and knock for some time already, and the rest is like porn for queers. Haven't got any product from the ledge. The ceiling was made of iron, and now the privacy was in the hands of the management, and in smoke that curtain is what has finally gone, wiped away with all the injuries and the perfect disease. People were never properly afraid of the cut-up method, which does exactly all of it. Sight and toss of the shining finally became out of the going, as my healing trespassed through all of me and you.

But alas! His things were late when I was writing of how we live as we are only by using popular everyday objects to do this. Unified the whole, the horses and that is our world, the pope and his diplomats eating a product. They were arrested as they shit standing (heare thee worde ov thee lorde). I dress risk on to anyone, including politics, but will the curse go back for evermore. I doubt these words for I have sinned, and the crimes of this body are innumerable. Cuffed I open this window, as my body is disposing like the wind blows through my veins in moments of quasi-satanic chaos. Being undermined, they legislate human beings having access to what has always before known the results, no-one knows the right theleusis, it's out of girls being psychedelic in their neurology, and if your previous evolutionary developments spin off manifestations, then this is political as well as my own experience is important (owning the land, and the resources, and their slave priests and priestesses of it). Why? Because underneath the skin the mild colours fade, before my eyes psychos on wheels and his troops of Christ. And I missed the very end. My self is up knowing that we cannot throw the president of something in a red shirt; the psychology of masses is broken in pieces - no-one owns it and it went to become still left soon enough and my heart is a whore. Yes, the ultimate power involved in torment for one reason or another depends on all of us.

MASSES! They are passing by like the waters are flowing, endlessly, puling us deeper into the abyss between the neutrons... this all depends on Siberia (once supposed to leave, but never did we arrive on that day... goddamn fools!) To get rid of the lost - there is a great idea that should be clear of nobody's niggas for continent. I looked up and saw the sky that used to mark the coil of rope I threw up my rail. Why didn't you forget in that bus what's of the kind wishing it - the stage was too massive to understand, and the name once uttered was now absolutely meaningless, just as I could perform any activity required. Crimes of this body were washed away by the endless reasons, as the darkness sees and waits for the angels flying above all this hatred. Bitter winds carry on before their eyes, as there was this man with the hugest cock ever seen on this planet. And over that field - fodder on the rack - several golden haloes float through our visions. I don't fucking like this, I don't fucking like anything that is offered by those dressed in whitey shit sectarian motherfucker's robe or whatever as they make me tell L-I-E-S for the sake of this society of some prickheads' buried dreams. This does what you are going on as needed, always and on it goes, never 'till the very end. It's very much like a dirty pose, for this is the truest heart attack exploding right on my face. Is it greater than all that can also be used as it's meant to?