Tekst:
Ion Dissonance Breathing Is Irrelevant

you porno-induced zombie! shut my conscience (and delete it for good) it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error. what is it? a discreet anomalism

and orgasms combined, I swear. don't worry girl, everythin' is going to be alright. can't wait till she sober up and realise what is truly happening

remembered that I have an optic sense. ah, there its is, my 4th floor morning-view of a sunlit back alley. down there, an ant-like man is wandering

it takes guts and a gun, just like in bud dwyer's lil' surprise. a defect, no one'll ever see it coming. I'm indulging myself in a strategic advance

you're not important. being unique is a concept! yeah, it's you! who are investing way too much time, over the uselessness of the self. the guinea