skaitalai // cyber dadaizmas
Joe liked to think of himself as an entity without identity
Feelings have emotional lager value, esp. the day after. You piss them out alongside with what remains of yesterdays obsessions. Deso Meso Peso Keso. Subhuman psycopaths linger on in hope of resurrection. Dead Whale wailing; We shall overcome, ridicilously old garbage pumps in your veins. Is this what you wanted?
A journey to the centre of a tire. It's all flat. Fishes flying in the air. Springtime is here? You run to the pasta mall, but it's closed. No toiletpaper today, guess we'll have to do with yesterdays rags.
So you crawl down to the old café, get a cappucino. Your relationships with other people largely consisting of watching them drinking coffee and asking for their papers, orson well a cigar. Etiquette for freeloaders. The book of the month being thrown in your head, courtesy of the curious furie flying across the telephone poles. Vlad Tepes goes Las Vegas, buying pictures by Degas.
Stranded in the TV gloom room. Wallpaper finking down Bart on Simp. This sim city metacrawling all under your skin like scabies.
Passing time like cards, dealing jokers to all the smokers. Some people get thrown out of trains for lesser pains by goldteethed maitrons of the soviet personalities, eating up your passport for breakfast. But the radiation ratio is higher in Berlin.
I'm not using my body right now, you can have it if you want to.
Nausia in Austria. New nitroglizerine for broken hearts, and Bonnie Tyler has been seen visiting your dreams.
Test my pest Budda. We wait for results, but we only get insulin and adults.
Envy is a friend of Emmy, the girl with the red dreads. She reads cones, wishing for forbidden zones, but everything goes, and we are truly free. The police is your friend. Clean record & diapers. Secrets die and the freedom breaks us down like mathstick men.
Rot assured my friend, this coffin was made to hold, the maggots will not get you yet. Delivered to you courtesy of the cool blue coffin company, specializing in death, and other luxuries.
[io, vakar vakare su temperatura kapsnojausi po senobine kruva su visom kiberpanko ismintim ant ex-ex-ex-darbdaviu popieriaus, uzsikabinau uz sito gabalo, siandie pragooglinau (pagal autoriu/pavadinima/reiksmines frazes), niekur ne zymes.
tegu islieka. ]
Posted by kachiba-chan at September 23, 2003 6:03 PM