frown

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sick these words are,
long time, frowning - the seer is blinded, momentarily,
the king is ashes now,
fire in the tunnel - vision undulates,
change color, deconstruction of all values, no more future,
stop here - turn operator angry,
run and hide,
somewhere and somewhere, frown - the seer is numb, can't communicate,
light in all spaces, name on the door,
instructions illegible - take picture, bring back to station,
let us try, have a nights sleep - in your dream you'll see the instructions,
clear out, and hide underneath the platform,
wait for the right sound to reach your mouth, bite -
bite and chew, swallow - be free from
the pressure,
the rest is pure fiction - the operator knows, collect the right key from operator,
move it through the seer, open his chest, do the switches - take control,
sick these words, operate on them - attach new tubes to them, inject them with
soul fluids, wait a few minutes - run,
wait for the explosion to change course - 180 degrees, the seer knows now,
the explosion will build things, there will be rooms to inhabit,
it will keep on happening - the right formula is in your left back pocket,
a piece of paper, small and blue,
put it in your mouth, chew, chew and swallow -
just wait,
then these sick words will catch enough strength to overtake entire cities,
call operator - listen carefully, extract every three words and memorize,
the light will go from a faint yellow to a strict orange and over to a plain red,
these are important things to remember, a wrong step and -
sick words succumb


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