Sonism

Anotace: ...Palace of Imagination embraced...

Darkminds behind the box of leveled technology. What is the paradox of this story that you are caring with you at any curcimsculated of circulated period of atoms and molecules. Or even more the is no periscule of the lighthouse in return they have attacked several ships over our world. Someone should stayed over the platform and rise the fire over the second period of the transfer. Coming from nowhere these Lithinians holded our strength back from the nebula surface. Fractal perimetry driven from the dust of the sandy oceanic winds. Catching us with the heartless elevation of the procces into the cubic rocks and flattered grains.

 The Nebula of the Arc was the lattest story documented in the edition of the filmmaking procces. No one ever did job like her. She was convinced that our time is already in front of our lives still holding the continuum in the twisted era of darkest red roses. Culminating stratospheres of light from the soutern hemispheres of emiting lightsaubers. Glitched machines over the horizont of so called spacebots. Got it throught the sunspasm and galactic tectonics you serve that dismantle shifhts dont you ? Blaime me or not this is not really experimental tiping at all is just a surface of the moonlight in the sight of a lunatic twins as you'been receiving your sins throught the escapism of the planetary momentum.

If there is something around the globe that is carriing the message syncopating with this deep curriculum of time I would be entiery graceful to meet the being with any numberless eyes of limbo together. Her amnesia was striking me back and the windows of the sonic patterns synchronized with the mindsets of the producers trio as I continued to watch the creativity proccess into the growing senzoria of flashbacks and strikes of naked insanity. initial permision comed from the unchecked assistant of my left handed dreamgirl . It was the insomnia that makes me swirl over the body of the howling paradox of the life and lust. All face facets vanished in the crooked arrows of time and space tandemic Dream.

Unidentified dermal collages of yough artist. Who is the one who is starving for the new forms that already collapses from the past into the future and throught the multiple of the alien currency in our bodies and serpentents targets. They said they will get the switch of the hook. Cooker was destroyed and from the angle of attention we all are Earthlinks only on the half lives of Future astronauts exclusivities on the time measuring dependency of bodies.

Lets see beyond the language of the music and the cosmos. 

/Paradox of notion is holy and there is no poem in the univerrse.

Two verses driven into the war of one mind palladium.

Carpe diem at the entheomorphic space race curriculum.

No one is there people are stocked in the planet fading on.

Humanity is only a mirroring carpet of little puppet.

I'm seing you and you seeing me throught the fluctuances.

Embraces laces of the reality cut th ebirthhole into existence.

Purple and green homelands of the questioning fingered croossed.

Send me the mind after you will receive one from the center of target.

Try to remember my whole name of get the ticket to another galaxy.

It has to be fun writting music in opposition to the last game of Man.

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Still one of the enterpreteuners is dead and still walking.

Who is the girl enprisoned in the never ending fairy tail?

Generation and generations in front of the wall of surface.

Surface of questions and mask from the most quality risks.

As you opened the story you carried the message into the future.

But from the heart of the future there is expansion of timeless.

And you have to iluminate that timelessness and steel it to Now.

Who is the guardian of that invisibility black blade of warrior ?

Like the grail from the cards the prince is holy only now.

And howling harmonies are still fractal papasseitains.

Safe me or not you turn on the mic red button.

You know you hold your breath to reach it On and Over!

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Glimse of plastic and tickle plates from honey orbits.

To weak to turn me on homeboy gotta believe in!

Master the destiny of cut me into the pieces!

Are you blind to hold these productivity priceless pieces?

Have to be wise and vivid to set the notion in fire.

Careless gifts from the particulation servers of creators.

Someone ride to the flamethroper tower to get the riftoculumer!

Calm down master the nursery is hear and we are in the lounge!

Man has to be shaved from the nasty habits of night.

But who has the blade on the Feast of the fools?

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