Thinking about money usually gets me twisted, double headed... I ran out in the streets for our daily cash, that we thank in a way or another to Our Greater Selves, so I could @least put thoughts together (big deal, huh!), let's see, snow parks every winter in town, so that won't get me in trouble...I still have my 3D glassed robbery supplies from an old memory stick, scratched with my upcoming shows on some addict public... Role-playing inside their neuronal machines... You know, I used to fill conscious androids with dreams and mix it together with water and soap, so they can move clean to the forbidden city hahaha, boy, this is worse than Dogville on Judgment Day...Anyways, here I was at the Virtualmat, blinking my cortex around to be recognized... Lalalalalaaa... Come on, u bloody iron dream catchers, identify! Thank you, that will be me again, yeee hahahaahaha
Feeling closer and closer, on the screen of Imaginary Police Dept.
& don't panic! - I will scream, ''where the f**k are the limits of cyber dream?'' Hahahahah, freedom of dream? Chill, it wasn't me guys, sorry, I'd better pass out and call the Calcium Car again. 112 221, another binary night at the Health Shelter and I'll be a Star. With love, from Andromeda, the most faithful feminist avatar
ye yeee ahahadorable...feeling the shiver in my own hands
to be or not to be continued
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luvly :)
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