Monday, December 6, 2010

All this freedom! And what to do with it?

"Let me be baby, let me be."

As you all should...be yourself. Ultra alive.

Never Gonna Stop





The monotony in existence can be broken up by some godly imaging.
Then you can have real fun.



Use your imagination...Doc.



This idea is sufficiently plausible, in an attempt to account
for the phenomenon... the sickness and the sentence of blood.
I could no longer struggle. Every moment threatened to be the last.
There was pain, dizziness, and profuse bleeding at the pores.
How is this possible? The transmission was transfusing.
In a moment, the sober eye of reason would detect
a vibration in the flesh, creeping incoherent,
bearin' no mark of a human hand.
888888888888888888888888888888888

This here already is a chemical test.
as for the rest
who
sleeps? (who cares)
specially whayn yowr cassl is bout to blow.
Everyboudy now is, everybaudy knows...it comes and goes. Real time. Love you to 'death'. ha. great stuff

andy stuffed a pigeon once. His name was ..hm.. still is, Kurt Coalbain. We are still here. Am I not a bit random?

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