Thoroughly forgotten were the considerations of the memories and the feelings that persisted forever will they remain, for the love I've felt hurts nothing more than the needle in the rectum of my soul's last great attempt at connection to the world's greatest lover. It aches like the the bar stool remaining on the ground from its probingly poignant device in the bowels of their vasectomitic-prone lifestyle that has blown up in my own face once and for all...again and again.

Once again the life that has been lead by this radioactive irridium-laden troglodyte in theramorphinergic lysectomy - that is to say and induced stupor unbeknownst heretoforth without sayings and its methodical madness manifested hearsay, without a decibal meter or a smell-o-meter neither...

Tears of fear and repetitive flatulence, filial piety nothing further than the truth towards our mother's greatest intentions for a future of grandiose proprotions. Alas, The end is near and there dust is going to settle someday. My last greatest attempt for interactive connectivity in the third powers has left a prize buried in the dust and rubble of the maritime nightmare, again and again, they do it.he suggests it, and she suggests it too! again and again and again and again.

But three days notice has turned into an ill fait accompli of the slice of brain of the rat from physiological basement laboratories. Planning cities sounds so much more positive as it does the farce that planning in the first place is the yahoo's greatest poteniatilly dangerously disease ridden souls that make nothing other than the third degree possible in therapy. Other than the fact he's there and well, for now, she is too. This ruinous painful factulaistic fatality has credibly interlocuted serfdoms abroad, kingdoms, democracies, fascismo, social and particularly atheism, free love and communism.

So If she did decide to stay then it seems the end is nearly hearsay and feeling the bas rumble in the heartbeat is the sexualistic reminder of the fact that something in the distance that creates a pattern of sounds unlike our color perceptive cones and rods even when we're horny to ache another heartfelt bloody morning staining this or that and never even bothering to use protection any more for it's plasma-screen-gore-tex sub-text threads two days before the inner visions of sadness that radiate thoughts of insufficient subordinative terrifically seductive and juicily threateningly sullied and supple it comes over tomorrow morning for a workout of details and the next phase of a relativistic affair in transformation and pleasantries.

G'day, she suggested...?

Can you watch me rearrange his threateningly crass and terribly seductive shrimp into a relationship with my one and only last great chance at a barbie again and again and again and again?

Only when it comes out on DVD.