From: "Athm World (My version of the truth)" Archives : So subtly crazy!

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Dear friend
U: Thank you for finally taking the time to read the world in the stylish manner I do it...you know...and if you do not my skillfull party-taking is note-taking the red army out...no it does not mean anuything but something must be out or nothing will be permitted in this world. work of art, Yes, your earth is too and since the efforts of the negociations have chosen Farm over Barn we have the need to take something away, the greens are out. Finally, we hear one into the ear. Does one out of the mouth come out in Italy-It surelly does in London town, cities are piled on the top of my crazy infatuation wisps. It makes it into a city, the rats are all ready to be eaten, guests. The guests are all there welcome so the pact with Saturn is...a pact of pure shits and dreams, and experimentations on the cell phone population and vague memories of Love....The deed. I used to do the Deed with the exact same girl as I am walking towards since February the 14th of 2005 but, Shagglat! The animals put a number and a name over the vestal dear forehead. The forehead of mine sticky-tape has surrounded and revolved, it is hell on Earth. I bend to the right and the table empty is turned upside down, Planet, the walk, the walk....Where is she held. Why do you not tell the truth, why do you now tell her that I chose to not be given money by her who silently signed the death of her man and the end of the Act 1....Lots of love in London, they pretend the man was there as a name but the gown soiled in Italian Lavender sauce has been bleached by the murdered canucks... The army of mine slays, they say, as the One has been shown another of our soldiers this night and no, she decided to make you be the Page. She signed, the Consulates act quick...What if the frail soil of County Bath-Mediek trully appeared on our t.v. would it prevent all our innocent lovers from dialling the false but signing the real murderer, question to the asrac. Am I evil in a art I am not at...no, the art of A lady is a anti-cyclonical appendix to a artist in the street, the clothes are dirty but a callus in the pubis is evolving into my one phallus, somehow it is legal to have a man in the house and the mad one in the street. I ring Doctor Amicable and the smile on his face said it all, Aleph went for the lady in yellow, it is fair, I take India, Ed-Mod 1 now legally takes me to Acanthis. Earth sighed silent deaths in totalitarian bullshit W Gush Flepeclartion....A flepeclaration was signed by Tom Farmero and Ted Vizually last week, the rock is held in Munster, thy urethra pacted out, the maid is beggar but the papers speak in Italy: Made pregnant by a car and very willfully...pictures expected by 6. Garbage! Law of Invisibility, may you be cleansed, may I be seen. Ed-Mod 0 is zone closed