We were out there in the IT HEAT HIT , the tow-wot of us reflecting as we wondered around in the darkness of a miss translated text. The wanderer went to the hairdresser, on his way to the storage he got lost in communication, The cameras themselves ended up drunk. When all had vanished After, After long after Before before, we ate a croissant, smoked a cigarette with butter, it was everything we expected, we knew these days it was all just Magic electronics. So we left the entrance with all its hard drives and entered a large empty room where we could hear this voice and a few performances, there was a Whale some sun and many more voices. Lost here we Followed some signs. The shadows in the windows touching you gave us a sense of being cared for as we walked around these empty feel less walls. We knew we had to go deeper, deeper with you. A few vegetables fell from the sky to prove we were not on our own. In front of you appeared a few Reliques of the past,  They were not just images any more. On our way south there was a few stories of reflections to guide us and swallow all the goodness of these worlds words and the video, of birds eating raspberries, where cactus grew in the depth of the ground. Where people were meeting in a room far to our right, some were talking about how to make money religiously some in Monolog about their existence there subsistence , wanting to be more as there knew well: we are only pixels. The artist was lost in grand ma's dream the abandoned artist studio got improved since grand dad has been lost in the tunnels of histories, grand dad is a conceptual artist who's last piece was to dig a tunnel to africa without the authority knowing about it, all for the love of "wantee" during their tea parties as there is no more love among the artists only a few vegetables falling from the sky as signs. So now grandma is planing to open a visitor centre for grand dad - here donation are welcomed- with a tea slide for grand ma, looking for Grandad! HELP!.
To show him how much we missed him grand ma has made tapestries and we cleaned the floor and put some new carpet to hide the dust of the past if it was only that. We knew we could all turn into all that is here, Leave this place stop leeking our hight phones and computers, we will go far, far away, away to Lick leek leak from Lick in the past of this apocalyptic glamour of condensed life. There we melted into each other and Deep See did surround us, feel the DEEP SEE BLUE surrounding you. Closer, closer, warmer in the belly of the Four For See Beauties... Aa last we've arrived in paradise! There we occupie para dit. Touched by the tentaculees of the big smoking mother, diving in to the deep dark see of ink, connecting all senses, we found ourselves looking at.. Grandma hanging in the sky with two cockatoo too... From up there she might clearly sea where to go and show us the way through her extremities. We got lost and we ended up at the Re-dit-en-un-in-learning center, after a long time without seeing anyone. After being confined for a long time we decided to escape Above the claouds, as we were late for the The long waited, weighted gathering with grandma friends. There was this pigeon singing a very Dirty song and we're still not sure who invited him...He charmed all of us with his chants so we jumped on his wings to get her and we flew above front tears to go visit his nest full of feathers and soft cushions and many boobs all over the ceiling. Grandma was so happy and now Grandad has to bring her there every sunday on his plane…she is up there higher above it all watching the world, looking at ll her friends holding eachother, telling walking stories from the past to the future softly shaping traces with soil piles and listening to whispers like shadow does. Everyday at sunset they take a big full breath of fresh air flowing up from the sea and sing a beautiful hommage that goes like this: You, My, Omma, Mama

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