*** LYRICS *** Someone can't paint the future that profiles beyond the skies o' vermillion you admire voodoo jumps on the faulkland islas and salsa barks off the seafoam col-orange funny trumps carandache the foreground with basalm bars a million feet profound and I chowderly sink to my disdain boom - forget the pain! mermaids chant tunes which key's forbidden many tried to bite but remained frostbitten rotating in the plains metamorphed as prismas attempting to conform to my previous sismas if you're that envious vision track six on album two - returning to the sphinx I am building with guilded vessels splinters of my genious assembling taxels from my sourceful force of genuine freedom expressed in my lyrics from cerulean kingdom vikings stress me they hold I went wrong it's yes or no a certain monochrome judgement - impairments were built why do you throw to others thee guilt? the tiles tremble - my heart fells lossing beats to the speed of gel the painting is done all hail the equipe it seems I broke like a crashing jeep cause of deep bad luck and orange rash now it's all stash - [CHORUS] Some lie about their welfare Some cry about their welfare Some other die for their welfare every single one knows thain't fair I dropped to zero like an Hopital rapping wasting bragging zelo since the hospital's cradle - and my graves are on stack before we proceed here's the flashback I've been floatin' on helicopter by the end of the previous chapter I flew out from the sinful sinus Kokolinth Isle whose rock feels spinous I nearly succumbed to the water's shove lossing my hope tossing the glove I were to - crying - where's the Nous bubbling - dying toward Frejus so now I'm seen as Frankenstein postmodern prometheus on cloud nine a lost cause fighter without friends some lonely hobo with noble pretends I'm casted away in the wrong time zone in this tundra of hay and sandstorm ozone and as I step I witness the scenery beeps growls moans turns the machinery of the raphinery - the hydro station the source of the electro procreation all those waters are shaking in waffle roaring wrenching biting the squabble fear and feast - disease and grief will I find at least some relief in this big bad babylon of dozen tends of nylon rags - 'cause [CHORUS] I sophomore slumped onto the brink of my mind to the point I need a shrink near the swine farm in the convention cause I resorted to serpents expression manic depression whose harm's the fault far from being adult I went too wrong I turned blue bordeaux and then violet skimming very near to domestic violence I can't believe how much I unriped jibing silly rhymes and Mario pipes pathos of a hyena and sympathetic addicted to my ego and schizofrenic virtue inibitions flown in Calypso and so I've disclosed my cortex's Isthmus my mastoid fatigue is a mind toroid for which I cannot sleep on paravoid now feet on pedals hands on barbell heading on bike to the citadel ringing and screeching every meter until I reach the ranch in the center of Carnival Town - the Reason's hamlet drawn with bricks intinged of pallet I seek a Counsil to solve my conflict inflicted in my within nitid and torbid what's the remedy!? what can I do!? my monstruos mistake intinged of goo is goffing off me I'm segregated mate is because - [CHORUS] First fix wounds and their tissues don't miss the chance and its reissue piston it away thou should be glad to be alive wiser and strong as a slab don't stab thyself with self seclusion leading to coma and out delusion nobody should be harshed and slammed boycotted and called a mascotte michelin it's half a damage and half the truth if you're that fat thou cannot soothe Why do I have to shake and buffer how many had to disguise and suffer? nobody should I'd like to confirm folks are expected to be supersperms storms in the passway and casualties caused by high society - [CHORUS]

*** LYRICS *** I'm soaring through the morning dew sauntering down the terrains of glue the arcain swamp home of the roamless brighting off its wetness and fluoresce phloems and tamarinds adorn the bulwark of the bitter polis polite and stark the concrete rind enrings the wings its sharp contrasts my within swinge what's this mystery kept in the thrift my quest is fleeting as the icy swift seeking and pleading for dusty butane I feel like being the shade of Cain as a deja vù - a shrike is clinking linkalong scamps are squeezing syringes snoozing off a taste of detergency their verge pod plays state of emergency dopefiends need help - they're errant square off the place searching parents bleaching abherrant in the rap shrine knead of hash - is the guilt mine? rather than complaint about their doses I forsake bragging and locate the causes that turn the youth into a leprechaun oh big bad babylon! So here I quit the hanging gardens darn you can't spot no patol wardens only pot pans and the painful teasel cigars acid stinking rancid diesel the sparkling suburb crowded of powder fine dusts' drowing blurbs with chowder looking for workers follow the olfactory here's a factory the calvary of batteries it's a degrade hollow filled of frustration dozen hours and no syndication no cautions but a lockjaw cranesbill is misplaced and pierces the soft ceiling glasses gloves and safety boots helmets gasmasks and woundproof suits none of these are to be retrieved today a thumb tomorrow chernobyl ethernit - the so called amianthus to explain the situation here's a chiasmus dwellings siblings anger divorce rage is for bros and gomorra is endorsed hillbilly kids in evil sinks converged dirge after dirge - it's nichilism so chauvinism seems the soluti-on oh no - big bad babylon! the problem is mental hence no patrols are needed to fix kids who are extolled letargic ire is hired with depressant the compromise is a reversed crescent serotonin is not a vaccine but rather a prion - a crazy ammid neons and leds aren't either relaxation the wise man said it's a dread inflation days of pewter now constell this clime extended stress leads to columbine replicas - so know the tryst journalists are the terrorists golden hints - discharge those anodes toss in the trashbin the plasma cathode and live a life - restore your zen I'm sick of piano cats and boring top tens and trap crap drill - or rasta stans mature a few and become a gentleman or a gentle-gal talk and dress quaint as no senate shall make constraints and take yours into consideration don't leave them to assideration of hatred fear and plastic ny-lon this way falls big bad babylon!

*** LYRICS *** It's May - Almost I'm mangled it seemed yesterday I lived a Carnival Jangle Christmas Easter Hannuka and Candelora Breezed three by three from one square to another one - rap rap it's dad crawling by the porch baldly badly damaged looking all scorched spooky pallid back from Gas-gloom o' Cross-Town traffic Sour chil o' mine store back the laundry mouthed the king with sopite quandary I tell you tell you we shallst dye our tomb - oh lift up the right profile! Nope- We're stuck on this hovel-hyphen guano fountain shaped as Lombardy siphons Now - where art my Matty-Os? C'mon Pa - Bring Back the Pave-Low! Are you smart? Is thy brain a cube? your dadly desperation lies on jujubes maybe a cucumber - please - no stupor! (tell me) What's the matter with your furor? Boss hath fired half of my compart while I witness all the things fall apart in this apocalypsis where kids in Styx are imprinted on the forehead by six-six-six weird wretches whirl and hide beneath you cannot quit home without your bequeath is this the west? the old one - Mellotron playing while I contemplate the skeletons of Western civilAIzation and its shires myocardio's next - stop spiring! retrieve back your good humour! so - Bring Back the Pave-Low! I shallst declare in my full prowess the Nazis are still in congress! thereof - let me sign the insurance Yep keep ducking while I mock the Fuhrers so - do you think the minimart holds propane bombs on shopping carts? it's all tedious combs like Brezels do not idolize those Media quetzals there's no sect secret pacts or aliens only mind trammels and some crazy Malians on occurrency - it's bogus allergy complotism to cover up lotsa- anarchy so let's-a-go - and dissolve that chrism this capitalist poo-poo is despotism that wants to turn you blue - oh Joe Bring Back the Pave-Low! My son Eighty Cee - big bumble-bee remedies on remedies what's the panacea? let me think -whoa - I am surprised fleeing quick abroad is not advised unless you're bathing like Paperoni and furthermore I love my Maccheroni about senators and their drafts-man-shipping they want us out for their own tripping violence is not needed - yes yes yoooo as it's mutual adressed destructiooo so the best solution to solve the equation is striking at job and mass tax evasion however nowadays it's a scarse technique as these scanty sheeple are wack and cheap so forget italians and their snowblows Bring Back the Pave-Low! I'm neither the authority nor the Allstrument Dad you can wrestle and deny my argument between the darnel and amongst the pests the future lies on some migrants' crests and creoles like me - mustard and wurlster together with Pizza and the red rooster afrikan cymbals and oriental consoles that's what the world is ought for! so quit being ignorant and be the first to sleet away from the Romans hurst no rants - your soul shouldn't halve be like me and enjoy what you have cause there's more loomed by the horizon nothing is lost yet and thou ain't wizen have fun have fun and leave the chateau! Bring Back the Pave-Low!

*** LYRICS *** Dear young girl on the billboard whose boy's dream is drillin' the fjord won't you concord with my agenda ending the trend of this calenda as chauffuers mold Junos in Furs and scurrilous Venus all pallies stir their alley pelt still depletes your kind which's itemized by Calvin Klein so here's the cure for whose pure stop feeling stupid and insecure Respect isn't a joke by Stooges since Cupid slips and Folly surges don't be dejected - wait I'm not suggesting to turn your boy henpecked but - as long as consumism grinds you're prey to cosmetics and pharmacies akin to clanstribe akin to gorillas where pride glides from balls to axillas the alpha male aspires to shoals e-e-even if I stutter I still barrel-roll I insist on stating the veil is thin in society - evil lurks within let's show how the perils exist-ing whoa - don't forget about... Funky spunky junky and even beyond the land unknown enveloped and awned inside patriarchy - heeey! risks slip quickly and make heart parky all tomorrows parties will not judge on skin chest chins - the path to trudge is still lenghty - why do you mutter? stonecutting blunts are still plenty their grudge pestles and women shatters they'll be happy to sell your soul for twenty pennies - the sole dictation leads to misconcepts and litigations BOOM! - entropy funks the symphaty SPLASH! - you're target of felony from both sides like Germany a century ago - oh no fix the Index back on sanity normality and its playlists there's a cross on queer and feminists since they inhibit discrimination AAAAH - WHO CARES!? right - keep blaming the soft porn while I shove shelter by the SuperBowl wobble wobble on the effects sissy No - target the causes - ah... verse 3 - let's bundle my rantle obtuse looking nevertheless gentle how lasses and virils were baked? here I smell the paw of Reaganism a schism that sharpens an aneurysm a silent law about who's cool naked all schools forsaken want you a kern and about sex - they're taciturn staples were made by Wiggs and Tories horny impulses depend on history so it's not as it seems you shroomstings chablis makes the soldier sling stop lollin' victory - the oldies kept the trolley's laces while you accept they way of portraying ya in advertise that business plan is genocide hence femipride should have a purpose which is not manslaughter with a bulldoze knowledge is power - so here's the key granting freedom to every living being rather than grumble nobble censor you ought to elevate to the next dimension of human nature - not to mention me 'cause I Eighty Cee am not...

*** LYRICS *** Skidding through a ruined Rome skipping cones and sema Fores sophomore whatsapp senator won't show up [CHORUS] all the things you are all the bribes you are all the bribes all the bribes all the bribes you - politicians are counters of the market politicians' racket threating us as a menace engaging teens and tennis [CHORUS] Big bros plays with plugs nubling us with dumb drugs shreding corps in Lybia to protect Scampiya [CHORUS] hidden corps of antigens chasing all the citizens if they splat out on walls on their buttocks cops crawl [CHORUS] to conclude the symphony devil needs no sympathy leave his misconduct and live on your own duct [CHORUS] (x2)

*** LYRICS *** Jiving like a cloven aloud on bakelite is common like lovers chittin chattin as delight tied tied - to their anckhore the still of the ship - in spaghettese you're still barking 'bout cellphones you're still stuck on the wax o' chrome you're still on the bargain's creek snob soap poppers from the marketing and - in 2017 you still exhibit Dolly goats clones of Kokolinth it's not as bad as stamp esteems and yet you want my sorrow to spring [CHORUS] you gotta have bide bide bide bide you gotta have bide bide bide bide you gotta have bide bide bide bide you gotta have bide - for what? - chariots' o fire Oh- another song on laptops' quest all right now drop in a thousand guests nope - there was not a bubble papal now Raza WI-FI-nanza has been enstapled on girls - who amputate their hearts on boys - who computate their Eiffels climb down the pears you little sharks and try to repel away these crépes [CHORUS] Please 80C do not presuppose! your's a poison that has been osmosed never has ended - your mission oh darling - I'm having visions of a winged Gloria chanting from a sequoia I must be hallucinating from hard paranoia you're not a moth but a Bahamot kelp yell yell yell and now you need help no spastic trails just a mind inflow despite of this I'm having blasphemic thoughts hire your smirk - have I lost my bias? I'm kidnapped on a comet like Saint Elias oh polystenoids or religious spells don't bake and won't make a Man in the broadly sense - I hit the bottom of the barrell in this endless autumn - No way! [CHORUS]

*** LYRICS *** Crunching out locusts and scorpions in the Sinai Valley by the two guardians while you praise the assassins the stress abscess of our messed shack - Cocain Cole and Mestlé last time I was amazed about finding out you were sinkin' deeply filling yo grout Watch out! Their products strangle while the tradition gets their dirty triangle that misdirect thee and in thy core reinjects deleterious redlights that delight your suspect ease back! Even if I'm not Zorro profanate my gastronomy and you'll be torn off I invective while saving my matey I sport 'em an umbrella I'll write an essay walk out the shelter - please respond what frog jumped onto your fronds? A sleough salamander known as the newt your neuron's a tram and there you commute get in control don't act like boxes handcrafted and shafted between the equinoxes I lost my thought's train and I'm dislexic wait the next strofa for the analepsis eat their garbage and you'll be a walrus now - here comes the chorus! Twice upon next time on track Eleven begun the story now stuck on stack seven before the war leavent from the Levante our Occident was seized by lestofantes imbecil swindlers sons of Malosso for those who don't know it the third mafioso turf barn teenagers with the Ferrari defiling our country with their Campari younger than me and yet more viscidous dashing at the disco with haemo igniferous and there they took over with cassareep they want to change the way we sleep the way we live love eat and drink kinky new counts whose burden is prinking their pinkish poodle whose name is Pon-Pon and the administration is forever postponed those knight nail away like Porno Divos one again we've felt in a Middle Evo boys are running cussing with no respect I'm disgusted by the fuss but that's a fact so I react - not by throwing a molotov but by going straight on - much Harashò the mail to deliver - here it goes Act smartly - or Jump off the Bandwagon! Y'all throw your hands up in the air and swingle around like ya just don't care dance and shake very aloud while the world you knew goes to flout! Right tyke! Fringe off the brain wheal emperor ants ain't a good meal! you ought to evade their mart glycine as superstores' quality envies a latrine we exit the store on the shade of the Pruna while we wander off the lonely lagoona dubbing archs with undubious marble city or contado which has the less garble? this dazing dilemma is complicated as our echosystem has been castrated We're close to doomsday biohazardous wars and radioactive doo-cay menace our society more than rifles reflect on this and toss that bible on the bookcase - put away disbelief maybe it's time to pull on the sleeves rather than waiting for a savior to come or to return back from the terrordome as senator dolls cannot even discuss like we do - so the future depends on us sometimes I sound tedious but not forthwith on our night stroll on this offbeat now let's go find this Arcadia o' fables the other ones? - you know the answer-

*** LYRICS *** We're bearing witness of the convoy of schoolboys marching dressing corduroy along the marshland of mushrooms which is now pervaded by this parfume of blood cannons gallons and lemonade constipated in this season of grenades kaki suits and marmelade jars forming floreal patterns with motorcars is this romantic - no necromantic their sloppy spot is unreal and frantic I condemn this stemming FPS children to the massacre like lemmings no glory - it's Bonanza Bonanza! fueled by revanshism and propaganda! Warfare is constitutional butching munging! and foxes are lunching! war seems so spastic and seraphic but it's induced to reduce the demographics so bimbo bambi are kept in the bambaja along with trifles and paraphernalia rifles as toys assembled by forgers so do you want to be soldiers? counters aren't players - no valour it's barbary sadomy of the war! Do the Cossak! C'mon! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop - up platoon chanted the oxen in the monsoon c'mon return home or to your farm weaponry archery is just a harm -ful way of eroding to porfiry our blessed hub but the gendarmery passed over in their schizoid ball they're all dumb when they hear my call Eighty dandle - let me handle these sick mercenaries wearing sandles said the Gretel bot and by the willows approached the peds with a sarcastic hello! before you strand in your trench would you sit with me on a bench to discuss ... here they stop - on a field of gentians oh yes we've obtained their attention however - a rape sprint occurs their purry fur must have been stirred RUN! first northward with the breath - oh yes you don't we jump down a hill filled of ranches hiding beneath a theremin's branches fwweww - they miss our shore it's barbary - sadomy - of the war! Fool! Yours was the worst idea you could formulate! - c'mon Andrea! it's a program reflux a kind of crash I shouldn't have been way too harsh I'm sorry - I'm still stigmatized by that chilly crowd it's mesmerized by common places and fabricated phobias instilled in dayliving and their insomnia no excuses - no blandishments no more astonishment I'm your confidante and thus after all and the surplus Why didn't they listen to us? in my case it's because I'm a bootleg shaped as a barbie equipped with smooth legs according to boys all women are putrid all because of Hegel and his own cultprint stupid philosopher - in all respect it's all superstition you would expect in your case - huh - you're chubby a beauty - but they think you're a grubby sneaking beside a fridge or a hoven it's the myth of the cave by aristhoteles no - it was Plato! it's all gore barbary - sadomy - you know the rest... So here we rest below the foliage suddenly she said - I need voltage indeed feeding - technology's drama is that without sparks it's a trauma city or contado - which stronghold? death calls me I'm on the treshold of the machinery's heaven a desktop fading to black - all my teardrops would not be a matter of rejuvenation Now (***) is close to rottamation after all the days and all the meters wait how did I meet her - you say? I bore witness of the convoy of schoolboys marching dressing corduroy along the marshland of mushrooms which wasn't pervaded by this parfume of blood cannons gallons and lemonade constipated in this season of grenades kaki suits and marmelade jars were forming patterns with motorcars...

*** LYRICS *** Alone I trottle - and I'm travelling travelling travelling travelling travelling bad gavels and sheafs are raveling with their chiefs and steel wattle now - the city is hostile I'm searching for hostels in my exile I ran for five miles beyond the cargo which is responsable for my embargo stop the gergo - here I enter by the archs of the arcaic centre of Carnival Town the barn borough where banjo players are bordeaux standing beside the italian tavern the irish pub and the bar cavern is this dreamy the mosaic enchants the air is filled by creamy croissants fabolous shops intinged of azuli however - too much porticullis are shut down in these days of June soiled by taxes and hip hop buffoons squeaking about vainglorious treachery easily waxed - it's all sorcery now here's my sci-fi of disbelieves which explains all modern rieves beside the conterfeited parmesan sold in the booth by the egyptian humainoid bots without encryption are prostituting in the pantheon! I must have trespassed the shorter segment which precedes the lower quarters daughters - cyberchildren with bamba way too young for the... Yes - it's an improper brothel where the wicked man's very nozzle is snoozed and snorted - no details it's horrid how all the females jammed in there and in degradation are discriminated by crime and nations all history tomes will never summary the millions of victims of human slavery but before complaining and dramatizing how it was institutionalized? all moral dilemmas are detrimental and further injurious if sentimental if they're conducted without analysys lucid thinking and histogrammes I exhaggerated - break the bubble restrictive laws create the troubles now stubble beyond - hear the prophet prohibition creates massive profit in the hands of the unscrupolous ones who became ludicrolous it's not ridiculous but rather tragic this silent gulag which looks pelagic grants neither safety nor health but dirty wealth for whose stealth and think about the families of the sex workers in agony this applies to all the cons do you know where your welfare goes? this is disgusting beyond writings society turned girls into mere items and every hustler with the pannikin is just the Mafindustry's mannequin Too pomposal - it's all supposal here's my proposal - listen! first of all do not endorse those ones whose credit has no known source Whoa - and about jurisdics our constitution should be more heuristic more egalitarian and way more polished prostitution must be abolished along with all the illegal commas which give sequal to pall gomorras it's easy! but un-realizable in our state we're seizeable but step by step and marching protests it'll take an eon but we'll win the contest that's what the totalitarians refuse they preferr mass slaughter in its own use abusival idiots idolizing the guerden trash away the white man's burden stop worshipping this illegality welfare state glides on inequality its bad affairs are symptoms of revenant greed and avaritia Utopia is unreal to me - oracy declares the right way is democracy! speech's over back to the screenplay violence occours and is displayed toward an android by his creditor he screams Jennifer - Jennifer! so I can no longer speak mystique it's time to beat the pappa's other cheek since it happens I know his entity Buddy - Remember me? The female droid smashed his chest with a fourfold strenght at best... now he's breathing bloody tobacco with the fist raised it's scacco matto! the brothel rebels it's dismantled every pimp in town is getting disgruntled victory? no - the regime Fascista declared us killers -- stragista! huh - this is the furthest proof violence's wrong as it spoofs all the goals you are seeking by the way - I am un-shrinking back to real size between the swing Jenny hides by Kentucky McKing now - from the pan to the grate where you're seviziated for the things you ate...

*** LYRICS *** I'm bottled up in this realm of indians searching for batteries to charge her engine Dear android Jenny which lies dried withered by strain and now she sweats bioxide but before I can step I'm getting caught - Je suis le Blanc Griot! Aaaah - Orphan Panga Man I twist around and - I'm circumscribed finited by a circumsized circus tribe of seminude outcasts some oblique looneys ammassed by the tree are this freak Camunis if you're urban you'll be minced and grindt Peek! that giant theremin was a Tamarind Aaaah - Orphan Panga Man [CHORUS] He doesn't know whatever he has to do He doesn't want whatever he's ought to He doesn't know what he or she is - ooh The wannabe caveboys so detritical actually stop and post their recital they were tots from the Metropolis who couldn't fetch any solace from jingle jangle and sick clichés however it seems to me it ricochets it what? their desire - now converted in a perverse fetish which is concerted as a cult and dedition to animals in the wildlife savannah of cannabis to the point that despite of their preaching their ambientalism has been breached and it turned into a ritual bolero that's what says the spiritual emperor in uncanny terms - of rhetoric and now toward ponies they are erotic haedonist suckers which ain't no thang you recreated the society you hate with your own fangs - dear audience don't bite the bait of the... I know I know the industry ravages our beloved planet but these savages developed on their same wicked spirit of strongly hierachized scale of oniric bad nightmares about world's conquest ah - here reigns the strongest... [CHORUS] fauna must be saved - it's important along with flora kiddies and forests not because they appear cutie but in virtue of the fact all duties reside in every component of echosystem - it's at its lowest I never threw plastics in oceans but those ones would - now motion! ...You still spit the gum on the green lawn from your slum you only care about manias and thrills you would not save even two krills because yours a fancy - about roaming free around while others are suffering so don't rule - break Fasci-capitalism reject its dogmas and chrism their patriarchy - no transistor has the guilt but rather the cisterns thrown in the acquatic groundwater paleolithic nostalgia? I want Eco-progress! there are others ways for electricity but no - I don't obtain their complicity they want to kill my friend you cruel! suddenly I note the holy man holds a jewel an electric necklace my needed pile I'll steal it and run for ten miles only to discover... Jenny has been kidnapped!

*** LYRICS *** Step out the cabin beside the pavement and here appear to my amazement Kasparr Balkazar and the lone Melkire rasping outsprings amidst the quagmire meteor-like havoc causing pneumonia applauses for our pirate Utopia Eighty's nation - the grand douchy huh - I'm feeling touchy my discomfit is lapalissian Why have I been called into question? they are fanatics it's the archetypal type of hype stoking all disciples warning! they're dangerous they're not heroes but rather cangrenous reticent revenants a violent horde selling vauchers for the... Join our clero - Pray our NES! I'm Sorry!? what's this aggress- -ion and these hardcore exploits? I do not condone your methods so no - I won't join your quoits if civilians are going to explode because of your cult-like-voodoo of fairytale cons and weird Juju this wasn't the world I wanted whirl out man - now I'm haunted this mad clergy tries to seduce every raving kid in his caboose I step away from these seditions never trust self-proclaimed magicians - here starts the assault of the vauchers for the vault And among this Dadà daementia they blab out about Arcadia the Shangri-Là of eternal peace ethereal grace a Heaven's piece that's topic one of every religion trying to find out human's mission to me it's superstition - all runes in prints so you can lick the wounds no - notwithstanding it's a brainstorming it can be a warm experience conforming to your sensibility and human ethos jig to jig like metaphorical Legos but if the bricks are rotten from the basis - and the cotton is intinged of red for your fault oh bye bye - I burn the asphault

*** LYRICS *** Track twelve - end of the Epica here dies Jenny the Afrodite replica Uruguay partisans parachute perhapses the Third Orb collapses Here appears a skull guy with hack-scythe complete with bat wings and spine pith a black tailed robe and a fast Kart and Death says - Jenny shallst depart I jolt my temples to his amusement he sniggers and giggles to my refusement Order! No one is pivotal and youse aspire to be immortal!? In my subtotal of trillion psyches religious atheists royal or laiches most substain their uncontrovertible reason - however I'm vertical superior to inferior infimous psychology mortal pomposity and Locke-ology Would you murder me - no I won't time will tell about your ash font therethen - about the replicant let me save her - please explica So what do you want to flute? keep her a vegetal inside her tube? stuck in a Limbo of sufferences there's no need for conferences hence 80 don't run to Indonesia the sole solution is Euthanasia for her - let her board the express I know this causes helluva distress but it's better than the wealty tontis wishing to trap kins into zombies Okay - so what's the right vein I accept reluctant with outward strain wait! it's the wrong hole! Let me do it - now to the pole in the next string with Jenny Fuego ah 80C - Hasta Luego... Neither demoralize nor flail it should be the Zeitgeist in thee trail!