Penetralia II

- Hello?

- I'm in the ??? now.

- Five, four, three, two, one.

Follow the black valley, trail of death.

- Just look at it this way.

Into the beautiful sunshine.

- ???... I mean, in five years, who cares?

- We've made our money.

- No: what are the satellites for?

Learn to kill, kill from the inside.

- No, you're breaking up, you're breaking up totally.

- I know there's somebody else on the line; you gotta hold your own down.

Penetralia, mercenary paraphernalia.

- Sex, sex scenes, funeral, funeral music.

- Gay bar.

Submissive dominance. With us, are you with us? Within us.

- Caught, caught between two cars about to crash.

- Yeah, okay.

In the future you'll learn that survival depends on how much or how little you leave to chance.

- What are you wearing under that?

- ???

- Something, something, something's coming out of the blue: looks like that kind of sex scenes.

Fuck the car.

Monster car, monster entrails.

Pictures ??? er, together with women struggling to enter the recesses of my own body.

- I, I just think classical, classical horrors. It's going to take boundless bloody hours.

Words and pictures.

- Split second face.

- Do you hear me?

There's some heavy dark blood on the doctor's hands, and that sledgehammer crashes with the killer-boy kisses.

- Kiss, kiss that kills.

- I can see something of the car in front.

- Check it out. In five minutes, okay. Killer-boy kisses.

- There's just no way ...???

The diminishing returns, the diminishing returns of a ??? dream of a horse's head.

And a rope of blood cuts them seven times for talking such crap.

- Unclean flickers.

- Have you got the pictures?

- Hello, er, uh.

- ??? very well done flavour.

- Can you bid us up, man?

- I, I keep moving and now I, I can't stop ...???

- Could you repeat that please? I couldn't quite understand what you were saying then.

- But I'm caught. I mean, caught between two cars.

- Five minutes.

- Call me. Over.