Take the left to the elevator left. Across the pinball lounge
smoke-filled window balcony. Keep walking until strange things
get stranger. The lights are dim lights dim. The dim light
paints light-painting dim-paints. The paint mural lights
sex chaos. Go into our lounge, attuned to your psyche of
jealousy. We have cats, kitten jealousy paint-fighting beatings
cats. We have scratchers. The fog scratchers seizure your
scrachter srachter. First on the right side, ENJROLAS is
the breadbaker greenpainter carbreaker tentmaker.
Next of the right side past ff7 is CBIS, the logical
quadrant master of sectors and ownership of partial
particle porno-relationships, brittle derivative pagan.
Right side third (past the pokeporn):
SCHMIDT deafens himself halfway,
playing pichu waddling and bouncing, easy-gating
translucent beachball mirrors and breakfast of
choppery. Back on the left 3rd, past the towering frogs
JROSENK is the studiomaster
of fragrance of kittery. Seen indy-children
sprawling work constituents of insufficent fun-breaking,
careening off absurdity nigh at every corner-coroner.
Coming closer to you on the left side.
A little past the unfinished lizard. GRAHAM30, keyboards
of lonely scandinavian laundry, faking black-white-grey
by the windowpane diorama. sitting and retrofitting doorways.
Close to you now! on the left, invader zim MAIKI - religion hypernaut
traveling to yelling and visceral camaradarie, fat blubber
kitties unite in the bunkbed of MAIKI'S prowess and
ice-cube penchants. farther down in the depths of the fire-cave
lesbo cations ELINDSAY awaits your nonsense with beatings
and sheer vaginal cliffwalking pedestals! virile like a pheasant,
endearing like a placid breast-mountain. moving to
the great white frontier chicken, the transient
NAGISA imperils footsteps with unconscious miserly panaceas
or shall i say fortitude and near-miss missing. seventy
percent of the girls in germany seek her platitudes, for
she is the elder propagator regulator. up ten floors and down
eight lies the pregnant-keeper GUSGUS, gutterball skinhead
of tragic and premature permafrost. she sleeps to the pedophilic
heartbeat of lunacy and bookcase, bleeding oxygen bonds to
this wistful treeheart vomitus. Past all the knowledge lies
MERL, MERL! the subjugated tyrant of us all. Only he holds all the keys,
and knows all the disfigured positions of pendulous
marxism and fraternizing with the so-called "bedpost unity".
breathe deeply. breath is magnitudes of force.
these are the ten and this is the four.