the great macaque monkey god himself , lady of our sacred hearts oakenfold, would squat and lay this monstrous prog log over his humble worshipers , and indeed, would be eagerly received by a crowd eager for his omnipotent film sample waste materials.
this 'hen's egg' was usually laid over amoeba assassins' piledriver if i recall correctly.
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain... Time to die.
queue revellers weeping like women on the dance floor.
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There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently,The wrong MIX In the wrong genes, I reached the wrong ends By the wrong means, It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands,The wrong theory for the wrong man,The wrong eyes On the wrong prize,
The wrong questions with the wrong replies. Wrong.