Zone of Shades

11. pacting away, lucifer seems to have signed one too many. It will be seing the world again. the power be told, the power be sold, no more, having virgin vestal tattoed on your nipple ain what it takes to ha`done a ground zero. It sounds like Torino but it could be a real voice and a real movie or a fake trinosophy. Man can be sold now has the weight of piles bodies will make enough enemies for my cds to be downplayed and our love to smell rotten and for King Blondus the 14th to once again shine and shake, shaking, a few cold hands. As the Parliament declares despair over Espers they may well fool you to relinquish a hug...I guess this bomb shot will make us relinquish a few thousands millions once the innocents crucified by the scam have played with the angel as their turn has come to steal from me 39. He is in police uniform and the judges inform that 31 he received the news last night at 10: 42 at the same time as WE picked up our cell. Seeing through time and mnemotechologies I impall Hollywood and we speak to the press, fake a ring, we sell a blow to the old black liming queen, peek in to see the rut smurf and ask Strombouloupoulous to print the real cover, rover mister hamster lobster after hours for the blogbuster, good luck on your reparation as it sounds like the Oscars will be clean and rhyme fine by the time they have identified the tray bled under stage B. Innocent too, we, stood there under stage A....Confirm the sepair, Esper and you are free, amicable lover and older warrior of the Land, fair treater of all actors and staff on the small podium flooring the chores in your shades. I am beauty that doth not speak of itself: Ahma-Ton, convexes our streets and central ring bowls on their tolls, family. Lay here amicable shear, I`ll be back after the drift excuses of the week: Planet Hollywood scammed ME CBC, Globe, we move to Premiere, Finito Fred Astair, we own Motorhead, checkers, we 42 own Mo...Comedy show hath been signed it seems, tear, tear, check my new google group called Planet Phaze, readers and mares...Find, Phare raeRgistter on and chat in the one realm it pays to be fair, it pays to be fair, it ins on the boulevard, on the dirty boulevard, she aint pretty to me, she ain pretty to me 58 peaches and cling-f__i____l_________m, radio epsilon calls it SCORPIONS, ah, may as well be Americade or Riot, or Hellacopters !