Hidden in the dashboard. The unseen mechanized eye. Under surveillance. The road is full of cat's eyes. It's sick function to pry. . The spy in the cab.
Terror couple kill Colonel. Terror couple kill Colonel. . His eyes were heavy, he carried a card. A couple question, the others discharged. Terror couple kill Colonel in his West German home.
Terror couple kill Colonel. Terror couple kill Colonel. . His eyes were heavy. He carried a card. One couple question. The others discharged. Terror couple kill Colonel.
Out of her mouth it came as no surprise. Lipstick stained on whip cream lies. I feel that if I had been uglier. It would have been easier. . There, there, there, there.
Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding. The idea was simple for a decent overloading. And for a multiple flash with no chords attached.
[Incomprehensible]. St. Vitus dance. . Back in the good old days when dancing meant exploding. The idea was simple for a decent overloading. And for a multiple flash with no chords attached.
Following the silent hedges. Needing some other kind of madness. Looking into purple eyes. Sadness at the corners. Works of art with a minimum of steel.
Learning lines in the rain. Special effects by lunatic and drinks. The graveyard scene. The golden years. . She's in parties. It's in the can. She's in parties.
Sprawled face down on this swiss stained iron bed. In a dismal cheap hotel. With my one arm injured. And the sweat stained billowous murk. From my last cold turkey attack.
Who are you?. My card, pretty lady. 'Devil May Care' music production, Beelzebub, president. I like your style, too bad you're not a singer. Oh, but I am, I am a singer.
A gut pull drag on me. Into the calm gaping we. Mirrors multi reflecting this. Between spunk stained sheet and odorous whim. . Calm eye-flick-shudder within.
You fear the lesson. And fear to walk. And fear to pass on. Your fear to talk. . The teacher was feared. Your parents too. Then you became. The fear of you, fear, fear.
I dare you. To be real. To touch. To touch a flickering flame. . The pangs of. The pangs of dark delight. Don't cower. Don't cower in night fright. . Don't back away yet.
He was in his room, half awake, half asleep. The walls of the room seem to alter angles. Elongating and shrinking alternately. Then twisting around completely so that.
Go and look for the dejected. Once proud idol remembered in stone aloud. Then on coins his face was mirrored. Take a look, it soon hath slithered. . To a fractured marble slab.