I live on the highway near the puppet motel I log in every day I know the neighborhood well. no about the residents of the puppet motel theyre more than a little spooky and most of them are mea
Eyre runnin the numbers theyre playin cops and robbers down in the dungeons inside their machines. cause they dont know whats really real now theyre havin fourth dimentional dreams their
S are out on bail now and real is only what it seems. and all the puppets in this digital jail theyre runnin around in a frenzy in search of the holy grail. theyre havin virtual sex. theyre
N virtual food. no wonder these puppets are always in a lousy mood. so if you think we live in a modern world where everything is clean and swell take a walk on the b side of town down by the p
Motel take a whiff. burning plastic. I drink a cup of coffee I try to revive my minds a blank Im barely alive my nerves are shot I feel like hell guess its time to check in at the puppet mot
Oot up. good afternoon. pause
. oooo. I really llike the way you talk. pardon me. shut down.