The head Staff. Was pumping up a ballon.
Joyfully. Happiely. He gave it to a children
with a smile. Dessert the unknown piece.
For years it seemed crazy, but not for the ones
that satt on the rulles from their side. It was sooner
bohical spiritul well funktioned declerad as
self right work funktion. Like every got damn
sekt in this stove country, the small minded
wasn´t better they where all the same. Piecy
and Porno shit. To speak for them selves. Delighted
the neigbourhood with thesse optimical letter
that promised improve of the time to come.
A greater greatfull almighty power. Escalaiting
sousage. A kind of spirite that u can touch the
vibritain. You can feel the others guilt.
But prossesed with tounge underdog.
Fanatical clearness. To put a beast blister.
"Here lived the beloved. And joyfull.
To smile at. " In that carusell way. This.
This seems real to them. Time is taking
its tool but that they don´t care about.
The only thing that matters in their head is to solve.
Problems. The other side of the coin. Master diesiecer.
The homogenic catapult chairs.
