serge gurkski
Mitglied
"Take care, love", and you sweat and your body feeling is unfamiliar:
you boozed last night.
Dialogue:
Heart attacks? Hm, a mute one, during sbs:
sobering by sleep. Water loss bn?- What? - Below normal.
You mean: pee? - He grins, I die and he grins. Says: pee and sweat.
I consider to take him with me into the great unknown (death) because he's an asshole to my fellow kind.
I say: I peed and sweated. Am I safe now?
He colored his blondness: strawberry head hair, he has no inner reserves.
He is a sub-robot. Can you imagine? Like: If I
had a sword and cut his head off he'd still molest me
by just „existing“ and those are the times to come
sooner as you know.
The bright ones know and prepare their death as a feast hyper-Petroniusly.
Don't be the one left over after it is over.
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intro poem to a new series based upon sth unlikely: Dune and the follow-ups by Frank Herberts' son, here on The Machine Crusade.
you boozed last night.
Dialogue:
Heart attacks? Hm, a mute one, during sbs:
sobering by sleep. Water loss bn?- What? - Below normal.
You mean: pee? - He grins, I die and he grins. Says: pee and sweat.
I consider to take him with me into the great unknown (death) because he's an asshole to my fellow kind.
I say: I peed and sweated. Am I safe now?
He colored his blondness: strawberry head hair, he has no inner reserves.
He is a sub-robot. Can you imagine? Like: If I
had a sword and cut his head off he'd still molest me
by just „existing“ and those are the times to come
sooner as you know.
The bright ones know and prepare their death as a feast hyper-Petroniusly.
Don't be the one left over after it is over.
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intro poem to a new series based upon sth unlikely: Dune and the follow-ups by Frank Herberts' son, here on The Machine Crusade.