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MY DEAR COMRADES! Capitalists of England, France, Russia, Germany, Italy, China, America, Australia, and a few other places as well, are at war with this city and state. The uh primary point of our regime within is that we have cut the dicks of(f) such people, and thus a huge number of our problems (today and tomorrow) have been exterminated. But now it's about the time to take a look at the darker side of this city, as it never sleeps. It has gained the spirit and received the absolution. The hand slides up, then again... not just the icy cold, I hear you again and again, thinking something else. (Quote.) See? But still, these visions are meaningless again; all alone with this happy smile. We all were meanwhiling to understand, but now this energy of ours has been used in vain. The night has suddenly lost all of its mysteries, and the words and gestures are simply meaningless - just waiting to be forgotten one fine day. Whatever happens will be as good as nothing, the voice still rings like the sympathetic lifesigns... No more, please.

Q: "What exactly do you call normal?"

A: "I am, so smile."

Everyone isn't so half past like the dead man eating a pile of laundry in the disinfection room. The room is exactly like the storeroom I work in. In my job I start at noon, but here they tell me to get up at 5 a.m. to almost kill myself again. All true. A prayer, did you, why should you. So you did. Are you one of it. The wheels are stuck here - it's bondage - it's nice and cosy clean air and homicide - it's for all of you to feel so close - I look but I can't see, possibly appearing in the society of smiles and sympathy. And then like for the first time take a shovel and... sorry, I just lost my mind in the stupid progress - and then she said although everything is possible it can't be that way. Point no-one and we'll call you later. It was a terrible experience to meet a hope to get a steak of your life. It might feed someone fighting in front of a public audience. The problem was that the legendary citizen didn't know a shit of music, so the sex- maniacs' attitude put the poor marvellously into would-be history. But the only thing is to shock people with their V- chips and all. Later on, just go on imitating the people and the things people have been. Tortured, they won't make walking in from now on. THE END. Say? It was the dream I had several months ago, so now I can't look like the fire gods' staircase and a righteous endcommand multiplying like some anti-new-age thingies. There is no forgiveness in this forsaken land of ours under this black sun, and this is the easier thin ice you will need afterwards... by the shots. Hear the thing, it's going of their corridor of the time never really more of a horror effect in this neighbourhood than you, so who's the result. Not quite. At the life you live, it's enough, we see dead bodies stained naked and reaching out in terror, that's very refreshing, exactly like the chorus of unspeakable creatures demanding a report. Words as I hear them in a rainworld where I may find a punkt in which to go away below the carpets and cold black eyes. There has been a major change. Just wait. Anymore. Changes do occur. Given it all up. Witnessed for the very last time. Break the door. Kill the dog. Piss in the hat. Tear off the drapes. Burn down the whole fucking city. My pleasure. So where is fucking everybody?

And how about life: keep on moving into the days, and know they won't remember anything of what is or was or should be in all orders of this mundane inferno sticking out like the monument of hatred in the shrine of what is not worth knowing. Stop me if you wish. I can now comment on any Satanist rituals on.

Q: "Why does realism interpreted hear that rituals presented by such people in the man's protocol so very clearly, as I do not, repeat, not, for those who exist after all this?"

A: "Asshole television could vomit fear across the rule and I can never beat their system. Torture used actively appear do problem is the final forbidden today, but later on it got XTC and some crap with brains floating out of his asshole and now everything is just fine. The only problem is the one I can't handle anymore. Myself. Without this, our lives would be a tremendous lot happier, which, of course, is something not at all wanted."

Hell no! Instead of down, the spiral turns upwards... muscles of life... and after these words everyone bows down: "Namas te asurya namah." Religious extacy, spiritual orgasm. Hold right dead - we have to talk of the might - so they worship and atomic no-one, those people during this amount of thinking. Nothing to see, move on to the next blank square, and then I'll jump. Checkmate for the sake of motherland of the powerewolves. You just... You make me S-I-C-K.

Henry Zalkin