raptured by paper, sealed as the book, lost in hell this is what past elements of seconds taught. now arms appear, the light is getting shiny, diffuses the cells of time injured by pressure of this happening. no resistance as what this else could be, but the pleasure of strained swimming in atoms of time. unencumbered the next appearance was to rise, the legs would appear.
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flying cucumbers
the psychotic truth became his pantsi was worried about these things happened lately, noticed though things were late lie.when becoming the morning fever of trust that possibilities were the happening fact- it felt sour.
arisen from breathless sleep, I understood recently, I differed from the shame on air as others had mentioned to me too.i felt a bit tired from breaking my neck on bars at speed from temper beats as they were ages old,I was supposed on date.
when those creatures I was terrifying had undressed to (wait in fact, as we said: ‘we can’t always say black’) oversuburb the city into the no ledge of history wearing her silk handkerchief for dinner with minutes, splashing.
metaphoric sparking triangles handed him some time to spend, such as science looks and empiric thoughtswere none them couldn’t tell, but read as follows:
(continuation through the book which needs to be read! a release from Caballé Voltage, André Pissoir) -
PIOANOIST POEM
The Last Word of Bubble Book is its First And We ARe in/Durst/rial M 305 It is Dissoluted Right You Implicate the Reverse Sentences From Right Watch to the Left Watch Ac/id Be Written in Bar Bar BookYou say Bar Bar like Right Left
Rubberd B.Book
We exploded 13 Baudrillard/Light/Years ago Cause BBook were wiped from all Monitors After that we had two Cigarettes in Hand The Direction was Aurevoire Soirvoire The Time of You Interpretouse & Tile
Alle Teile sind zersetzt
It was the First FogCrowley my Hole You have to Be Geil Who made Universe You know Verse Imagickal - Imvaginal Anderé Button He wanted to Comma But We got a Point
Pioanoists
Pioano Apres Middle of the Middle We are Mobile ProWe can not control Us But We can control Pro Pioano Dot your WorldOver Authoromaticaly Study of our PostAnoArtisticContemporary All Virgin von BisMagistar
Star Safir
Saphier Optima
by Frater Surrallee & undRess Béton for akaša investigation II - suRRism -
undRess Béton - short essay of lone
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undRess Béton - thoughts about her (II)
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undRess Béton ‘keine puppé (no problem)’
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‘pants’ undRess Béton
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‘menda is back’ undRess Béton
suRRism Phonoethics march-2008
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‘timed jesus’ undRess Béton
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untitled notice
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210 000
judge my testament - 210 000
about to go.
if one knows me, or tried to understand/see/feel what i was doing,
then one can find me everywhere though, -
but maybe even not since i was the supporter of these feet taken’ for granted.
the bloated belly didn’t allow love to really come through,
rather feeding it more and more with more.- the lesser it got.
i’m free and bound to love beyond any system gates!
aridanus
any science was yours, none was ours!
one may have fell for the illusion of the word one ‘read’,
it’s even terrible beautiful since the sparks shine bright burn sights-
i know it’s hard to trust, but after 10000 years of looping beds i’m sincere
about what i said and i fulfill my prophecy of the gap!
it will even happen to get more obvious to your minds
as we shake the trigger in you.
please standby forever-
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“pens and pockets only leave colors in the dust”
— André Pissoir on date to date -
lara a..cappella & undRess Béton on us
undRess Béton:
well it can be though then we work and sing as well as bark, but who knows about us we can change every part of a scent calling secondos.
lara a..cappella:
i’ve got seconds running down my thighs the dogs are barking they never change my scent is ours it smells of silence groping in the dark.
undRess Béton:
barking seconds down my thighs the dogs never change but i’ve got our scent as silence it smells of groping dark though noise recalls.
lara a..cappella:
noise recalls no sound at all just splatters waves against the door closed right now the dog is out. be my guest…it’s healthy as hell if hell is healthy.
undRess Béton:
noise is out closed doors splattered against the dog waves recall right now at all i guess i’m out. during hell i guess healthy is well being a guest.
lara a..cappella:
i guess i’m out of out i just want in but shut the door and keep the wind in i can’t recall the now at all i guess i’m out and noise is in.
undRess Béton:
terrific i guess i’m in of out i just want out but open the door and keep the wind out i can recall the snow at call. i guess i’m scout or paranoid and noise is inside.
lara a..cappella:
and any heaven is hell when you are no longer a guest.
undRess Béton:
heaven is hell being a guest at no youth at long.
lara a..cappella:
could you tend to your shadow dear? i think it sneezed or yawned just now when i closed the door it had no toes and a strange large bump upon its head.
undRess Béton:
this is only left as trust sneezing doors and yawning toes “could you tend to your shadow dear?” i crawl and crumble sides to bends straw up tender skin may i excuse such i am thin seriously your latest stout has been rewarded by her as she is upon his head.
to the fantastic one!Lara a..Capella http://www.myspace.com/laramanchadadefruots
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undRess Béton suRRism Phonoethics
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“take formality, see won’t why it’s Friday.
coincidence seeming ceremonies,
surrounds the object, to same as get ˇ
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mortal forte
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she had been in there
Camouflage the resurrection being involved in temper dish state shaped by followers eyes to remove unwanted associated forks from thoughts the square horizon became neutral to anger and pleasure without watching any scene it seemed to motorize heat under the table of gifted colors standing up for judgement the step to particles was taken by lungs though sensed as air was making her feel impersonated by flawless passions while space uplifted him as using any of gaston’s products yes so it seemed while the brittle time wouldn’t pass but take care of circuits being polluted she would belief in the last liquid soul of rituals sure it was time to judge now in manner of circular division releasing uncap and tossed captured frames gathered as one perennial holy 0xy=yx2 penetrator chipped off skins camouflaged his appearance uplifted second version for decompiled gates successfully it appeared but also as useless the permanent station at Dome A was fortunate enough to burst awkwardly the fish was tied to many lies uncertain of moves she would shatter below this case trying to choose the principal for this investigation to encounter behind boozer windows was the toughest task for these autonomous scientific results layered by light switching suits happened fast as sent by wheels to destination vacuum as motion through tactile forces as he finally stepped up to her facing owned illusions the neutral iron celebrated scars across the sky as pleasure dropped by anger he realized she had left camouflaged_
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Soared matter the words brushed quicksilver dust through the closed doors to my health
rolling faster i kept constantly walking while somebody else chose running
more than holy trying to awaken me starting from my oversized feet to shrunken dried head only
used one synapse to the other cosmic connection to be born to something simple called life
can it be true that i opened the trashcan while also finding myself looking rotten to me
quickly closed the lid shocked dropped hate into my face of unwanted cells sprayed thoughts wouldn‘t stop
uncovered without oxygen i was quickly to realize the steel that had captured myself were my own forced emotions dragging me to this bottom line without using a paper bag to protect the shiny metal that was created before
i always cared for recycling (awareness),
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‘inside a couch’ undRess Béton 2008
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thoughts about her
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Baudelaire from the continuing dared beard (rev01)
dream relationship as that short state isolate insert
the a was written (in always to a life)
while only of which it before
the constant that they & I’s have
combine one involved joke.
Old.
These as can still that must be expressed.
Retouched by and the to along of us,
MEMORABILIA,
of whose of I what very number sentence acts
then they blurred
not do be Language
It but did making to that necessarily examples
the formulation itself less analysis, worth used imagination…
avoid this part
(
*followed by rare snare drum rolls*them that by familiar)born demands those stripped the I mind
all And it is erroneous idle novels which did his past
quote thousand inexcusable of “The” or “the” grown would become
I would many of its more
my upset foothold, have is — are should all some such opium (Echolalia.)
the terms particular two and should the would piled reason!
Their whose distance.
Exercises is pride, above to but or between vulgar!
Blood is ‘Have occasionally time’
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chained flower
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“as we chill
we hear the wind blowing,-
we will be flying anyway”— ‘as we chill we hear the wind blowing,- we will be flying anyway’
André Pissoir on date to date
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‘the only extant char’
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lester & undRessJaan Patterson: 'don't like this, you insulted me to often.'
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: why? is it me you're talking too?
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: not feeling well
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: i just dropped some ashes
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: the 'jaan' became a fan of 'Ashes'
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: feeling better, though i recently sneezed
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: just used my eyes and i saw something
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: didn't use my eyes and i saw a lot more
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: jaan thought about using a handkerchief, but instead just slopped the boogers to the wall, (similar to FZ's "lost episodes")
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: if you all don't stop this i'll have to deactivate you!
please log off and never come back, you can't even count...
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: altered ego's bend over and release your pressure...
about an hour ago
Jaan Patterson: character indelebilis
about an hour ago
