I am seeing blood coz I am missing tunes, must be, Sagitap or you, if the fuhrer is kissed I spill guts.
Paris has assured that Canada was sympathetic. on the 4th we land in Earth.
Dear Friends and recrossed exp. humans, readers, troops, Mahad and Tehg'aat, to the fans of Angelina Joli7e, DEAR PRESIDENT,
In 1968 the radio waves of Saint Hilaire, Quebec, here, were also highly sympathetic in a communique made of several communications and all lined up to broadcasting for a friendly audience. I know your sound! The audience was signed and the clause of sympathy imprisonned your right to a free earth. Greenland becameth flat. It is me, on Radio Sonic, St. Hilary, Qc, this morning, waves and sound, I am father Jaj and in ten minutes the news from Land. In the evening we make a kiss. The kid male will be born in 68, priested I sounded I in land of gold. Then, Quebec was sound, just signed to the north american green pact of the new land where earth may devellop it girth...When? The news is sick! In the next fifteen minute after the song by Marillion we will be super-cool and sympathetic. A visitor of status, a rare sight, a strange and peculiar commentator is today in Canada. Paris, under the rule of Hernault rules martially, so, let us be friendly in case our radio gets to be heard there. Our landing is still vague reference in press. Lex is on the right. The Fleyenbagg cruises down and leans to the aisle of an human airport while we plug Faith No More. OI! Father Jaj will be exposing some strange and fascinating evidence as to why our earth died. You signed a general, humanitas, and if a pleb of presbyteres became pope of long death, yes, the war is over, Supremes. Diana Ross arouses in the program. Let us relax and rely on soldiers. Saint Hilary, the ship and his boy pilot is now clearly seen, August, over Toronto. It safelly sails over Etobicoke, gets a female passenger and I open the side door so she comes. In our studios this evening, Radio Sonic, 111 Hz FM, the new world of popular music. Our station aims at spreading the truth, the death of Halt Kenbron, the rise of you fuhrer, the sympathy of all the victims of Reagan and Khomeiny is insured and insularly friendly to me. I am father Jaj, May the 3rd of 1968. We are conducting a love troop to the soil, to the kingdom, to the grounds, to the taste of supeeeeeer soft corn and mustard genetically enhanced flavourings....Patience, humas, listen: when I am missing youu, I am still alright to smile, girl I think about you every day now. There was atime when I was not sure, set my mind at ease. I am in, a side seat. Two movies burn, maybe they will unearth the Ten Commandments or.....Bonny and Clyde 2016? People of Planet Earth, fans of she, priests and media, the Oscars crash in the audience....
2008-01-23
Open Letter (Radio Sounds)
With sympathy,
The KI8d
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