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Warlords
2006-02-21
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You're talking about the times, back when i was blond and free, shifted and switched, over the drones, mineral transport, let them deport.Noodle's chamelDon't take no taxi, don't inject no blood, there's someone out there and he ain't no decoy. In Nepal Napalm, acid bubble both, the iceberg is redemption but that's in veins of vanity arms, legs on the shore. I switch back to the split, devices align as stones, cooperative farmware, special ipsos. White seringue shines like a path, explain anyhow, tell all your secret for they'll have nothing to grow dollars about.Vinegear specialHoney, we've deported, but they told us we were left. The bars have drowned underneath, chemist aside, asian punani, unions and bribes. Typhoon chamel, the time won't come, the carnival is under the stones, the temple of mortar mortals, club fix, sublime legs, supernova twisters, echoing faces, to indulge repentition roads, serendipitious interfaces, cobalt palm winter.Sugar penaltyWhy don't you try, once in a tiny lifespan, to toggle the engines of transformism, smart art templates, monks and other jokes, i tuck virgin mary for he knows Ossan's motel, smokey chicks on diet coke, iron vestiges of unfair numbers, stats pending off, resigns from the storm. Her shield is down, the fences have vanished in iron, monks hurry down the streets, moaist police of the salt, it's about spices and us, you and your login, don't keep prisoners alive, mineral span is ethernet switched.Dragma stripThe selfish cult, oyster shapped, vinegear spoon, iron blond. As the opera begins, alone shittin'on your tomb, thumbs down petroleum, what's left in sight ? Where is my hate, for what i ate is my weight, hit me, punish me and drop a bomb. They believe what you publish in relief. Christians have always been on the fascist's side, i'll lead the prosecutor to your sister's name.Please report to additionAddicted to spam, welcome home for you seem to request more junk'n'trash content. Where does she go, who does she tuck, how does it feel when it's remote and filtered ? American sheep slaves, hung up the remote, spanned otherwise, i'll trigger with my steel thumb what's left of them souls. Mujhaidin forever, alone on the coast, riverside shield, embeded in your dreams. She's a jailbird to the sound, she knows the kingdom will be late but their sins and peanuts brains on pepsi, signal lost, the towers of bass, William is calling, i've got to get going.NavigationPreviousNextEn mme temps, en franais

The beat goes on and on but one question remains : :
Where am I ?

It's another fate, to conclude off the date,
The resistance of solitude, the wrong and the good.
Memories fade as the static elastic went spastic.
No good, no bueno, hustling myself.

Past the grace of the conjunction of tastes,
Junctions of the flesh, minimal windows of love,
There was a sign in the logs, and I wanted signals.
Brace yourself, mercy on demand. Shades.

Sunday, I'm not staring at the clock,
Mundane circumstances of the healing block,
I desire your being more than my tiny fare.
If the taste lasts, you let me go. Ever. Parted.

If there's fiction in my friction spell,
And the template of my temple remains,
There's a monolith I can tell, and use on the chains.
Be grave in that case. Collapse. Endure.

Nonetheless if be it, I'd rather enjoy the silence,
The rest of the peaceful soldier, the endgame,
The misfortune of the card, driving sane stances.
To heal might kill. Move on. Segments.

Judges jokes aside, if options off the fence reside,
The bliss of armageddon, my visions of dumbo's fate,
The axis you can't name, and the trade of the fabric.
Behold the one, unique. Long attractor.

Your boomerang of clay, at the pace of a slug,
Makes me wish and pray for something I can't cope with, the bug.
Morning came over from afar, and spores were magnetic. 
Who gave up ? Nieto, the thief. Benway, the kiff ? I, the kiss.

I rang truce, I trowed the candle, I rejoice when relapsed. Simple.
In deed while alive, in still dreams of realization, I conquer and reckon.
This is the whisper. This is the voice to sing along. This is now.
The tormentor's bar has come to a closure. I'll be fine until then.

Sharp as your concept is, from the hoods of Bellinzona,
Through the tides of Ullapool, I remember the pace. 
In the echoes of Berwick the rhythm was with me.
The beat goes on. Endless. Inside.

When white is not enough, as the blank void attracts,
The obvious accretion of psychic delusions ends.
As naked goes the blade, the fear of flying strikes.
Addiction to dirt stones. Hardcore. Mental.

Gauges from the cyclic illusion of tears space,
We enter a zone of cryptic role playing habits.
Justice animates soul delivers, the rest is history.
I blame the ink. Partial. Unwilling to spare me.

Earlier, passenger to the sight of unused hues,
It trigger my fear with delays and frequencies.
Sea of sand, sky of remorse : I aim at the horizon.
There's no cheating. Division. Complex.

That's sums of it up so far, but the remains of the other side are there,
Patiently waiting in the shadows, as the eggs of civilians in Babylon.
As a shot of substance, in the acid room of us. Deprecated.
I resign to commit the delta. I refuse the punishment.

When doctors fight the disease, I dig the mine for metal,
As for the spice is strong, so that it awakes you at night.
Bring the noise, fill the shelter, feed the creature.
Process the flesh. Make it deviant. Breathless.

Here we are, in the room of seven seals, between the blue walls.
Reverb is calculated to match, but the attachment is sadly real.
Above the christ i used to be, lies a sinister gradient operator.
He decides who to free and how to blame. Uncertainty.

World of her, words of slipping pages in the wind. Terrace.
Long before ashes of logs, I had to figure out the curves.
Instantly I fire the right path, between the arms in the valley.
So low goes the quest, undecipherable as it seems, I went with the lyrics.

Coast to coast, host to post, he knew the trade of her game.
The letter arrived lately. I forgot the address and the name blurs.
Then, in a fashion of defiance, in a storm of dust, kingdom came.
It becomes obvious by now that it's a moth case. No losers. Even. Odds.

As the eunuch I impersonate there, chances are you'll dismiss and and pass me by.
That's when the sex turns true. That's when there's no money left for the taxi.
That's today and now, on the same cosmos. Naked. Silent. Honest.
She spells the alphabet on a string of DNA. There no hiding. Facade. Closure.

"Answer the flowers I laid on the carpet", replied the inner voice.
You assume too much and presume telepathy. I'm used to the scent.
We've been there, the storm strikes so loud, I can't here the rain.
That's the ecstasy of the situation. Nothing to do. Static station sound.
 
Oh, I miss you as the bird outside it's cage is free. Silver frequencies. Stripes.
Tease the gospel chord, strum the lines of magnitude. Again, and again.
If sail away in the meantime, I drift again from the bench at the belvedere.
In the interstices between the shifts, the unions trade latency for hope.

I remember ages of slept decay, of endless tribulations amongst the said and the told.
I deny. I bet on the wrong horses and poorly choose the color of my shirt. That's me.
Then again it's part of the process to handle and to cope with. Straight.
Don't pretend to escalate and be able to handle or you don't know me. And yourself.

That's the view of the sky over the dream, the pleasant dialogue of the deaf.
Paint it in a different color if you care. Come clean. Alone. The act forward.
The treat of the players before the cost of sweat. That's the aimless paradigm.
I have my load of questions and my greed to share is tense but restricted.