Ecstatic submission a blunt weapon but it doesn’t matter.
Instrument supplier almost human ‘delight’ is the only word
replacing missing oxygen breaking in suddenly feels innocent as kicking a ball
around a coaxial cylinder we suspect the curse of rotten luck in the
pathological sense, a developmental abnormality. How long have you got?
Light conversation about plant fluid failure mechanisms.
Solar cells weekly to your hotel room where everything you see, hear, feel and
think is controlled specifically on demand, by voluntary agreement thanks to
‘uncanny valley’ effect magnetic maps robot faces no strangers to getting
bogged down – or a run for their money. “Means this is no longer the case, will
boost resistance slightly forward kissing device can visualise clusters of
information phosphorescent rainforests dominated by high towers improve
intimacy, enhancing bubblegum fun”. A hideous atonal nursery rhyme eerily
futuristic. Have you got how long?
It doesn’t end there.
Techniques based on a smooth plastic casing outlive universe
regular repeating patterns due to contact with additional elastic boundary
state, a grip that is firm but gentle. You can say it's only recently (sad
though it is) as we slip through a doorway into an antique coffee bar where we
lounge around using the technology at our disposal like the microbes in your
home. True only in the past few years constantly coming into contact with a
sorry state of affairs. Collateral damage like social evidence for the record
or a Stone Age equivalent of celebrity culture perhaps they were just having a
lark. You got long have you? Drop talking eerily futuristic enhancing death and
hideous atonal nursery of rhymes and ecstatic submission.
This tangle far from random now surrounded by artificial
pharmaceuticals and other complex products of rational design. We don’t
understand the details, the chemical dance, the pros and cons from illness and
death inducing disgust with subtle influences the hairdresser was girlishly
thrilled and the sparks fly from day one. Exactly what it is she wants, this
blow wave alien from LV-426, savage celebrations single mum takes on a
transparent cube comedy sequel set at a chic high class New York party in a
partial vacuum perhaps. Long got how have you?
So, looking back or looking ahead. From Toulouse to limbo from
too cool to calypso deadpan delivery a spine tingling tale something unexpected
and unsettling a poignant verse an old enemy plunges briskly into the action a
disguised morality lesson with emotional complications discovered their
partners were having an affair in the same plane crash. Have you?
Many things reeking if they so choose, when feeling for
instance a pale shadow affecting every thing long term. Power hungry sculptures
further north capture pages turning in the confessional all first rate
equipment and support agreed leading to fight against passion where they are
still having problems even now winging their way to us polluting our waterways,
climbing mountains, dancing and dining out?
illus: Psychic Corridor, 2002
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