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There , it's finished ... It's about to start ... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ... Painful ...
It's decided ... The Holy Virgin's breast in the mouth ... to feel nothing , ever ...

Not to be touched ... Not to feel ...
Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ... I may heal ... I'm hearing the voice-heads ...
Let it start again ... The reel-time clustered to shreads covering the ape of a next time ...
I'm moving backwards longing to fly in the rubick's room disorder , no witness , no shape ,
the blinded assistance eating remains of former years of vitriol ...
Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ...
Sound and sand lungs in the mouth singing sirens' call ... We are unsurmontable ...
The public dance ... My body will be with me ... Spited a bit ... The brain still leaks ...
The choreography of chaos ... The tramways hung to the hat-stand ...
To get oneself operated from life ... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ...
The hole has come back ... The dream is worth it ... A last let oneself slip ...
Movement ... Be fast ... There they are ... The look has broken ... Without emotions ...
The silence faster and faster ... Higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ... The raw head ...
Like raping oneself ... Again the brain leaking ... A few more drops to be sure ...
Notes like fixed gestures ... The blows ... Cutting carton faces ... Skimming the breath ...
The abcess of living ... Sung ... Vomiting the emptiness ... The shot off and on ...
It's urgent ... Disgust is warm and empty ... Music tricks ... Building castles of sound ...
Again the emptiness ... A kind of boning ... Half a head ... I've spitted a bit of myself ... Close to them ...
My gestures have been useless ... Fast , fast , higher ... More intense ... More accelerated ...
Life is solid , it's cutting ...
We run away through the immobile looks .




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