Placeholder: [Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." w_runYou ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" w_run You ask "tell me more about this shadow... [Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." w_runYou ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" w_run You ask "tell me more about this shadow...

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[Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." w_runYou ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" w_run You ask "tell me more about this shadow...

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[Dahlia Death] "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast." w_runYou ask "tell me more about this shadow... could it be... a devil?" w_run You ask "tell me more about this shadow...
The yellow sky looms over the endless expanse of yellow fields in the West. A small red truck sits parked at two-thirds down the dusty road, a lone beacon of color against the monochrome landscape. The air is heavy with the scent of dry earth and distant memories, the sun beating down relentlessly, casting long shadows that stretch across the arid plains.
[collage art by William Burroughs] In this vineyard of cacophony, the symphony of chaos plays out among the twisted vines. The clinking of glasses mingles with the discordant poetry recited by the beat poets, their voices weaving in and out of each other like a tangled vineyard maze. The electronic hum of the night is punctuated by bursts of glitched music, creating a dissonant backdrop to the fragmented conversations.
It sis darlls focrapt arn alivel. I art live nothing pooff, Iny alive wimetbou, Late of nothing, It sis. tame, by alive, rairts dapllam, Mothing preofs and I rabe roead for raim, landensfite day.
The yellow sky looms over the endless expanse of yellow fields in the West. The dusty road goes from left to right. A small red truck sits parked at two-thirds down the dusty road, a lone beacon of color against the monochrome landscape. The air is heavy with the scent of dry earth and distant memories, the sun beating down relentlessly, casting long shadows that stretch across the arid plains.
I dig deeper into me corny memories hopin' for inspiration, but it's all feelin' a bit mushy in there. Must be the coffee, it's gone straight to me corn flakes! What's that silly sheila gotten herself inta in the wastelands this time? I picture her zoomin' across the dusty flats on her trusty hot rod, tatty leather jacket a-flappin' in the breeze. Desert as far as the eye can corn, not another drongo in sight. But then a noise rises above the howlin' - is that didgeridoo music waftin' over from
Comme un écheveau de laine entre les mains d'un enfant Ou les mots d'une rengaine pris dans les harpes du vent Comme un tourbillon de neige, comme un vol de goélands Sur des forêts de Norvège, sur des moutons d'océan Comme le chemin de ronde que font sans cesse les heures Le voyage autour du monde d'un tournesol dans sa fleur Tu fais tourner de ton nom tous les moulins de mon cœur
[Dahlia Death] "i feel pain, i feel it, i feel that i am in Hell" You say: "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "You have to be honest, i will not help you if you lie to me" The man says: "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange, and they were moving really fast. "When i felt the truck losing control, i saw a shadow, and a black cloud above me, they were very strange,
Hereditary madness... but less on the hillbilly side...
The deadline looms as the unearthly music swells around me. Another mysterious tale takes shape amid the flickering lights and scrapes of stone on stone. What monsters will crawl from the recesses of my mind this time? Mama Yaga's watching, as always, from her crooked hut in the grim forest. I can feel her beady eyes peering through the gloom, waiting to see what images I will weave with pen and ink. The pressure builds, a familiar intruder, but inspiration remains elusive. The radio spirits off
guardians of a bygone era. The scorching sun, its rays ablaze, unveils the desolate kingdom of this forsaken city - a realm consumed by shadows and desolation. Discarded vehicles lie strewn about, remnants of a time when vitality coursed through these stony arteries. Yet now, only echoes of darkness persist, a symphony of silence that proclaims an eternal night. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ash and smoke, while the ground sears beneath one's fingertips, as if the very earth were aflame.
In a place where no one ever came close to dreaming about... a place from a foaming brain, there is a tiny ripple of truth that duplicates sanity to reality... existence of self-pity and triumph! This is a long gone dream in which only lost souls find mercy from a god of an insane creation! Blowing cold winds that come from an uneven breathing pattern warm the frigid core of the sun! Rotting brain from inside the brittle bone of an old branch impatiently waiting to outgrow the sky… You are lost
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