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You danced with a lover, in the nascent stages. Lingering moments, a meeting of flesh that only you could feel. Brief enough to deny, long enough to know.

Excitement high enough to render danger irrelevant.

Fucking embarassing. We've been stripped like copper!

Or in the walls.

Check out the sound gear -- this is top brand, fancy stuff.

Their audio equipment's all bootlegged shit, inverted logos and backward numbers everywhere.

Write a poem from the heart.

Anthropomorphism is real. It is the human mind doing its best to interpret signals from beings that communicate in more estranged ways.

The word 'bitch' repeats in your mind.

Write an apology to Oskar Metamoto.

Criminally underappreciated. Retrospect will vindicate her.

The greatest advantage a machine has over man: the will to live is not required.

THE AUGMENTOID LARVAE WILL NOW SERVE THE PEOPLE.

like the very moment you rip off the cellophane that envelopes a brand new disc... Or even better, a repressed colour variant disc.

IN ANOTHER LIFE YOU SING SONGS OF LIBERATION AND BRAID CARNATIONS INTO EACH OTHER'S HAIR.

Only a trace of sympathy.

Distantly, as if echoed through many floors of concrete, you hear him.

Fuck our faces he's going for the bäby pictures. Polite interest -- we can do it.

You feel PSEUDOPOD's unsettling gaze on you.

Quick reflexes.

He's nervous about today. Extremely nervous.

He does not give a single fascist fuck about any deathless heroes.

Fuck our faces he's going for the baby pictures. Polite interest -- we can do it.

Quick reflexes.

What tree is this?

There is no undercover. This is just Ramses, doing what he does.

Has he been smoking this whole time?

It probably sounds a lot more impressive on an actual drum.

Behind the customary barbed wire-tangled corpses, the outline of a riot cop suggests political rather than wanton violence, and the logo -- now that you look at it -- does seem slightly more intelligible than his usual fare.

A lighting strike that finds you when it had the whole earth to choose from.

No silence. Only the Eternal Tone, the tinnitus ringing that will play on until the end of life.

The sickly-green horizon of the Noscorrentes Sea encircles the lonely radio vessel 360 degrees.

It's your inner steel he is seeing. Disregard any criticism.

A hot fragrance of mango and mountain grass blooms through your air canals.

This is a known fact about you?

The soft, airy fur seems to defy gravity.

An unseen puppet master.

His familiarity toward you is, for all intents and purposes, real.

Your blood cells scream at the sound of your name on his tongue.

Way back... where?

Way back... where?

His coat is kind of cool, actually.

The sound of your name on his tongue -- unnatural, upsetting.

You have struck the cruelest blow.

Pulled himself up by his bootstraps. Well done for him.

Contemplate the nature of your punishment.

The opposing kingdoms of animal, mineral, and vegetable will always contest each other. Their clashing provides the fertile bed from which life springs.

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