Jag kan också vara pretto... smaller with a short fuse, forces ordered to vanish according to vortexes paused by orbiting planets calling out plans over frequencies.. beat sequences leaving defenceless creeps bleeding at wired fences entire instances seeking for patterns in funerals while characters leaping clones in a parallel universe salaries boomerang-effected backwards deranged cracking the main frame of robots lacking the strength attached to your brain, flows posted in a post-modern era justice evolving while scrolling down the court of terror leaving creatures breathing the dust for speaking to us preaching beliefs makes you the weakest link in the chain squeezing lip-sync pain out of first-borns verses first syllables pounding down the earth like voodoo... cursed emerging thirst, I dwell in an oasis, hell in the spaceship razorblades swiftly cut through the sound bombing found vomiting words out of notepads with attached hooks dashed looks I bash crooks on random bastards commercial structures falling apart like tide waves hittin weak grounds from sand castles drowned today the futuristic cypher, no dictionaries picturing writers predictions spitted locked down like fictional eyelids pixilated screens lighting up nights like neon speech freon bleached headings though eons of weeks to get served steadily holding the torch like a sword high in the air why care when by appearance science will prevail trying to hear defiance of details, structure causing ruckus pausing suckers pink like awesome puppies, stuffed animals rough cannibals throwing themselves to spawn swiftly pawns shifting hands drifting in to land under the moonshine kissing sand like food, thai flavoured dreams filling my lunges thrills among killings of billions falling on the path of building the one