APPARITION

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Hybrid vehicles, amassed in millions, trillions taped to the backside of winona riders adorable rectum. 
ZX SPECtrum, Atic atac manic miner  r  r r r r JSW. your pixel wife waves that rolling pin at you far too many times. Use it instead to defile the face of Leanne Rhymes. Cant fight the moonlight when you havent got a face now can you Leanne.
This time it's personal, , no lawsuits, no crappy time shaking boot flapping cock waving scenes.
just pure unadulterated lightly salted text, if you dont like it, take it to your local MP.
I chucked the towel down, slapped you with my silk glove. Rest amongst Plovers.

Take time, hunters, bring on the sauce. Where is it then?

BUSINESS MANIFESTO

Here at Marinalights, we have gathered together and drawn up a manifesto for our service.

We now actively run under Project "Truce"
which entails-

1. No Jargon. - Although we extol the beauty of language and form, business needs to back off and get some new tricks.
2. We will reach our branches out in every direction.
3. Feedback System - We are a fast, direct service, like precious sugars from a ripe fruit.
4. If you have something to say, say it. Typed and out loud. (order not important)
5. We will reinvent business. Because we are simply unhappy with the current models.
6. We will unclog the stagnant pipes of art with an enema that's been overdue for decades.

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BUY THIS STUFF! BUY THIS STUFF I SAY! I LOVE YOU! BUY THIS STUFF! EAT IT UP! FEED ME! PETRIFY ME. COLLAPSE ON TOP OF FRESH OVERTURNED SOIL.

Songs yet to

I think about you when i use my Stabilo .88, eat pesto bread and Ardennes pate. this is lifestyle, this is the beginning, not of the end but the manifesto is taking shape. The corporations don't encourage your free will and i'm a hypocrite, a sellout, a travesty of what I was before. No. This is focus, this is resurrection, of a new life, an age old principle of spontaneity. Rewired into your Sony Vaio VGN-A617B which you are selling on eBay, because you can make a fair price on it. Red dots under the word "make" whether you're European, American, African, Asian, Slavic, Negro, Indo, Inuit, Panamanian. Defying analysis is not such a bad thing. Maybe you want to get by, but maybe you want to change. You hear about the stories of success and failure, but are you ever making stories of your own. You probably never will be televised, a plasma TV or an OLED screen, tape it to your knitting Machine, i like Berol and Bic because they don't leak on lightweight paper. This is coming from the forefront. You want a quality product, buy these pens. Never buy your child a Parker fountain pen. These should be reserved for business only. No matter how careful you are, there is always a risk that your pocket could become flooded with ink. Are you left to die by the wayside, you ay think this is complete trash, but you will remember, these are words you will not forget, they are buried in your subconscious forever now. these weasel words, and repetitive subliminal textures, nuances of less than radical dreams. Who is the ultimate money maker here? If you truly believe, then you know what to do, you know where to stick it. I mean this in the nicest possible way. This is inspiration, taken from higher levels, if you read between the dots and dashes, maybe you'll receive a flash in the pan. I know you're not stupid, and so do the rest of us. This is broadcast from 49933:232/50333:333r We are not well fed.

TRUCE

I figured that this is only the way to deliver the camouflage, secrecy and openness both veered off course a long time ago, leaving a bitter taste in everyone's mouths. At present, the villains of literature have made a rendezvous with a constellation of Michelin stars and WILL complain about the sauerkraut. So you drank a bottle of Niquil and felt a bit dizzy? See through the bright lights and put your Glock back beneath your belt. Tell me why you made these creatures out of felt.
How far is as far as I know? Distance keeps stretching past the barricades and budgerigars of space and faceless comedians. (who shaln't remain nameless) Time will tell you that you didn't put enough money in the parking meter. The next thing you know you're on eBay ordering saltpeter. Life is like a midget, too short to ride the rollercoaster. I say this while I eye up your four slice toaster. I'm a hungry man, and two slices just doesn't cut it.

Your face is at the end of my verbal katana, tragedy as I slip on a discarded banana.
why did you put balloons over both of your fists and beat up Bobby Brown?
to circumvent the social superstructures that built up since you moved out of town.
the vote is unanimous, animate and rolling down the road. Too bad, you didn't put the handbrake on. Lyrical failures deflating into hyperspace, get on the linguaphone and learn another language.
here we go again flexing text on the xerox, yuppies pumping their fists in time with the drabness. We're having a rave in the penthouse of Canary Wharf, then flying out to Dusseldorf away from the ensuing law forces. I see them ride in their flashing fiberglass horses.

Anyway, As I said, at the end of the day, after all is said and done, in conclusion, finally, my point is that, what i have to say is, theoretically the solution is,












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