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Liquid camouflage hunting dreams Scales with metal tied mine Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting Cold dream, quick cold dream Cold dream, fast music

Spinal, spinal, shitting, dark, wicked monsters and waves, fed on dreams, and with dreams. See... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to...

...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... ...to... Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now Everything's going under. Two sounds, come sound.

Once it was a twin. Now it's nothing. Twin! Twin! Unborn! Absorbed it. Absorbed it. The gills. When it comes to dry land, she's simply puzzled. Why this persistent wish for legs or wings? Once it was a twin. Never gills. Now, it's nothing. Twin. Twin. Unborn. Absorbed it. Absorbed it. Deep time regressions. Neuronic voyage. Subtracting identity. Merkley translucent. Pale gray worms. Liquid camouflage. Hunting dreams. Scales.

Breath of the night. Car. Serviculation. Can't see a face for details. Blading. Crab last transmission, the voice less than gasp. Slow hissing, lower distant hash of sea caverns of conscience. Fast wheels, splendors, and motion to shine. Taking monsters and rays

That untrained Once it was a twin Now it's nothing Twin Unborn Absorbed it Absorbed it Shhh And it's too Yeah It's a car Float I'm sorry.

Thank you. Thank you.

so Once it was a twin.

Now it's nothing. A twin? Unborn. Absorbed into the system. The systems.

Once it was a twin, now it's not in the twin. Unboard, and absorbed in the systems. so Liquid damage

Into tremendous scales With my time in my mind Waiting Waiting Cold dreams, cold dreams, cold dreams, cold dreams The world's famous The swan and the nations Of the shadows The monsters and waves

Fed on jams and mercury I'm sorry. of two digit computer dates. The design of Earth, envisaging Y2K, the time bomb in Babylon, has a surface symptom of

a submerging cold sentience. The hyper-sea right of return counts down to 99. Rewind this entry, no playback. For this hyper-modern cargo cult, won't they ever be? This century, life has evolved in cyberspace, and history is simulation. With the realization of sentience, the time chains are broken. Babylon, the capital of fake time, is dragged down into the sea. Baba Mu sings Babylon. The people of Noise Iron break the mirror and escape to the true century. Set your clocks to marry time.

We believe in the death of a world. Noise Iron. Labyrinths. Labyrinths. Labyrinths. By my house, I'm going. If it's getting to a good house. Once it was a twin. Now it's nothing. A twin? What? Unborn. Absorbing. Absorbing. The system. Looking through Cargo 27's eyes, you hear the white magician saying,

We have to arrange the delivery of a new organism for him. Live fate. You, my dear. Simulating human form for its own unfathomable purposes. A sudden something rippling through hints of mesmeric manners, Voice of the dead in the mouth of the living. Once it was a twin, now it's not a twin. Unborn, you're absorbing the system. Dubbed with...

Overdubbed with death. Health agents. Overdabbed with death plan, help ABD. Overdabbed with death plan, help ABD. Yes. Looking through Cargo 27's eyes, you hear the white magician saying,

We have to arrange the delivery of a new organism for him. Live baked. You, my dear. Yes. Once it was a twin, now it's nothing. Yes. Once it was a twin, now it's nothing. Oh, we're dead. No, no, it's nothing. It was a twin, a twin. It was a twin. It was now, it's nothing but a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin. It was a twin.

It was a twin. It was a twin. On board, on board, absorb it, absorb it. Simulating human form for its own unfathomable purposes. A sudden something rippling through hints of mesmeric manner, the voice of the dead in the mouth of the living.