THE CLOCK IS CLICKING, IS IN MOTION, SOMEONE CUT THE HEAD OF THE GOUVERNMENT.
THE GOUVERNMENT WAS DEFEATED BY THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS, IT WAS LIKE A ´S ERUPTION AT THE HOUSE.
NO, TO A MILITARY ACTION.
TIC-TAC TIC-TAC HELLO EDDIE, IT HAVE BEEN SO LONG.
ALL THE ROADS ARE CLOSED. THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS, IT´S WHAT MATTER HERE, IT´S AN HEART RAGE, WALKING WITHIN THE WIND´S NOISE.
IT´S A SEARCH SOLUTION, THE SINNERS WERE FOUND HERE.
THE KILLERS
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STEPS ALONG, FOLLOWING MY OWN IDEAS, MY OWN VIEWS AND FANTASYS.
LISTENING, VISUALISING, READING, IMAGINE THINGS. REALITY.
THE RUSH WAS THIS, I WAS WALKING, WITH THE PHOTO MACHINE IN MY HAND, THEN A LOVELY BLONDE LADY, PUSH IT FROM ME. I ACTED AS I THOUGHT I HAD TO ACT IN THAT MOMENT. THEN, A MAN, NOT OLD, WITH A BLACK JACKET, COME FROM MY BACK AND HOLD ME, SHE DISAPPEAR AMONG THE PEOPLE, I NEVER SAW THAT LOVELY LADY AGAIN. IT END THERE.
I STRONGLY BELIEVE WHO SHE´S, AND FROM WHERE SHE BELONGS.
THE YEARS HAVE PASSE, BUT I STILL HAVE BOUTH OF THEM IN MY HAND.
THERE WERE THOUSANDS ON THE STREET, I GOT LUCKY. SHE WAS THERE WAITING FOR ME ON THE BORDER BETWEEN THE ROAD AND THE GRASS.. PASSEIO
I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK HER AS SHE FUCK ME.
VIGILANT CAMARAS SHOULD HAVE RECORD OUR SPECIAL MOMENT.
WELL, THE ARE SOME LINES, THE HAIR AND THE EYES, HALF THE FACE...
OBLIVIOUSLY, MOTIONS ARE GOING VERY HIGH, THE EDUCATION, IT´S NOT SO TALL AND OLD.
THE WARFARE, WAS A PIECE OF SHIT, WHAT I WANTED, WAS THE PICTURES I TOOK ON MY WALKWAYS. PICTURES TOOK FROM SPACE AT THE STATIONARY TELESCOPE.
THE GOUVERNMENT WAS DEFEATED BY THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS, IT WAS LIKE A ´S ERUPTION AT THE HOUSE.
NO, TO A MILITARY ACTION.
TIC-TAC TIC-TAC HELLO EDDIE, IT HAVE BEEN SO LONG.
ALL THE ROADS ARE CLOSED. THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS, IT´S WHAT MATTER HERE, IT´S AN HEART RAGE, WALKING WITHIN THE WIND´S NOISE.
IT´S A SEARCH SOLUTION, THE SINNERS WERE FOUND HERE.
THE KILLERS
http://www.google.pt/search?q=LONDON+BISHOP&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=0MsfUo7OFomP7Abj04DABg&ved=0CAcQ_AUoAQ&biw=1265&bih=590#imgdii=_
STEPS ALONG, FOLLOWING MY OWN IDEAS, MY OWN VIEWS AND FANTASYS.
LISTENING, VISUALISING, READING, IMAGINE THINGS. REALITY.
THE RUSH WAS THIS, I WAS WALKING, WITH THE PHOTO MACHINE IN MY HAND, THEN A LOVELY BLONDE LADY, PUSH IT FROM ME. I ACTED AS I THOUGHT I HAD TO ACT IN THAT MOMENT. THEN, A MAN, NOT OLD, WITH A BLACK JACKET, COME FROM MY BACK AND HOLD ME, SHE DISAPPEAR AMONG THE PEOPLE, I NEVER SAW THAT LOVELY LADY AGAIN. IT END THERE.
I STRONGLY BELIEVE WHO SHE´S, AND FROM WHERE SHE BELONGS.
THE YEARS HAVE PASSE, BUT I STILL HAVE BOUTH OF THEM IN MY HAND.
THERE WERE THOUSANDS ON THE STREET, I GOT LUCKY. SHE WAS THERE WAITING FOR ME ON THE BORDER BETWEEN THE ROAD AND THE GRASS.. PASSEIO
I WOULD LIKE TO FUCK HER AS SHE FUCK ME.
VIGILANT CAMARAS SHOULD HAVE RECORD OUR SPECIAL MOMENT.
WELL, THE ARE SOME LINES, THE HAIR AND THE EYES, HALF THE FACE...
OBLIVIOUSLY, MOTIONS ARE GOING VERY HIGH, THE EDUCATION, IT´S NOT SO TALL AND OLD.
THE WARFARE, WAS A PIECE OF SHIT, WHAT I WANTED, WAS THE PICTURES I TOOK ON MY WALKWAYS. PICTURES TOOK FROM SPACE AT THE STATIONARY TELESCOPE.
...
WHAT WENT WRONG, WAS THE STORY TOLD, THE STORY THAT SOMEONE TOLD.
THE REASONS, WERE AND THEY ARE PERSONAL REASONS, AS IT STILL IT´S. NOT ANY OTHER REASON, AND NOT ANY OTHER PERSON´S REASONS.
IT´S A PERSONAL REASON, ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN PUT IN THIS STORY, ARE NOTHING MORE THAN THE NEED TO USE THEM ON OWN PERSONAL REASONS AND TO ATTACK OTHER. ME. US.
PERSONAL REASONS, PERSONAL INTERESTS, PERSONAL IMAGE. IT´S A PUBLICITY ISSUE, TO BE MORE EXACT.
WHAT WENT WRONG, WAS THE STORY TOLD, THE STORY THAT SOMEONE TOLD.
THE REASONS, WERE AND THEY ARE PERSONAL REASONS, AS IT STILL IT´S. NOT ANY OTHER REASON, AND NOT ANY OTHER PERSON´S REASONS.
IT´S A PERSONAL REASON, ALL THOSE THAT HAVE BEEN PUT IN THIS STORY, ARE NOTHING MORE THAN THE NEED TO USE THEM ON OWN PERSONAL REASONS AND TO ATTACK OTHER. ME. US.
PERSONAL REASONS, PERSONAL INTERESTS, PERSONAL IMAGE. IT´S A PUBLICITY ISSUE, TO BE MORE EXACT.
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