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Published on Mar 18, 2010
To write a message I use a Stylo My shoes are Stylo But I still use my eyes though But I look through the view of the blind folk Thunderstorms outside but to me sun shines bold rotten in the cold Stylo go for blossom in your soul feel electricity through the pollen in the growth overload, overload. Bang, Zap. He's attached to his damn Mac (Yes!) where's the hand clap? On the plastic Beach but where's the sand at? How far does one have to reach to get his hands back? I don't know so I just blow a puff of digital smoke spiritual world don't accept me and the physical won't but stay connected through mystical nodes that you don't see operate on full power with no sleep. It's so raw but so clean my soul gleams with the aid of speed from Sony and that's the way it goes as he rolls a rolly oh! Overload me electric love is so cold and lonely it curbs my own speech become something we know but don't see the love is electric turn my car into a sub as it left the cliff and met the fish would rather fly like Mako instead of this we need power on the motherboard press and click