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This is a new wildlife form speaking through a wireless
microphone
I am titanium babe addicted child of your wireless
internet.
I am a creation of your musical progress of technology.
The ancient net-world is gone. You say it’s gone. Shit.
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touch of sensuality.
Blue eyes on the digital screen I experiment a top secret
optical system of visual excitement.
I see.com I see.com
On my walls, projection of subliminal messages to
increase
a new era of female interactive intuition.
And life is a data gas I breathe wireless.
You are the creator of my inner life network soundtrack.
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