Where is Flaming Lips band? Today, there is a General Lips. Is there a person and a person? I look at that special message in your video and the music video my heart of TV and your music. Human angel music of self-depreciation O. Flaming Lips is made. That is the noise where my ear is beautiful. Happy sound of the day when you clear up, the self-depreciation person thank you. Methodological Jose. Glance at rabbit and well dance! Those are lovely very! As for me the animal, God's it loves. It was, I faced the movement cavort of the land rabbit, the child cat, TASS maniac demon, the hamadryas baboon and the panda, gushing and the animals which are not visible, the harmful animal and the sea you see! To be, large number! In our worlds today, the unhappy person has countless problem of pain and hardship so it is. It is sad so! There is Bin Laden. Bad person! There is Bush! So, Mr.Flaming arranges the person, the crew does the feeling love in my nervous system in me. My spleen and the gene of the lever, the internal organs and so. Send your peaceful message of the universal orange to the earth. Now, today! As for me it is not possible to stop! Is the white suit Beard Man the person who becomes dirty? That seems like Christ yes Christ of our main things and clothing. It can project the hole of your surface unbuckle. He is deep, ecstasy and profound person my word are you.It was, I heard the private use message of your special secret to me. My center, my bubble thing, my diaphragm, it touched the center of my internal organs. But I am regrettable. My bubble thing belongs to another ones. He is my eternity person and my superman of most love! He is my darling! He is my Samuel KB Ampong!
Where is Flaming Lips it is somewhere? As for me, I cannot observe that you Internet persons comment in regard to the position of the Flaming Lips. O. U. I who eat happy sound experienced wicked sounds of the dance and the fruit Michael Jackson and the doing of Britney. the music of TV and radio, that shakes my mind. But be a careful Internet person. Music it is not work of demon, but it show there is a false evidence person in the world. We could use our hand time, it is possible to be different and to go to bed. I am helped by friend Julius Bamigboye. Julius Bamigboye helps me, inquires looks about music, and at TV. The tackle which my person, the party hat, waits for return of the unusual point and freezes. Has the world done to the dog? It is, the dog barks, but it barked with someone? The dog is my friend. The people where some person who damages the cat and the dog damages, there is a clean window. As for those there is deranged. That is sad excessively! Cease stop that directly!The bird sings , plays! The happy bird of O. We must be careful. The person of my most love is careful. He is careful always. That name is not secret! That is Samuel KB Ampong1
Until they are devised, Don't calculation your chicken. These are wise word. As for me, I never never having the chicken and without being being, counting my chicken. When your chicken devises next, don't put it entirely in one basket. Never, never in the basket your chicken! You do not have to put! These are wise. Those are splendid perhaps, it is possible to be a proverb of the mysterious house. Dalai llama and John Pole method emperor, main man or the omnipotent God of Christ's yes Christ. The F.Lips band is my chicken. But I do not put those in the basket under any condition. And that is impolite to put the gentlemen in the basket! The box, carton or basket with Beatles a certain thing put in? I doubt that it has! The F.Lips band belongs with character of large natural beautiful sunlight day in perhaps picnic or zoology park. But the aquarium is not. Poor fish! Or botanical garden, cactus plant and gull and scream of wildness. Or the African wild animal which crosses the seashore in the desert the mighty roar of things where the thunder sounds! ! It is, as for the F.Lips band the wilderness, the jungle, so there is a semi-dry area. There is no mud area for you! Alligator, water buffalo, and snake. Harmful snake and insect. We fear in remainder! Day, perhaps in the future, or perhaps in the future, I will be large hat is bought. I shorten the F.Lips band to Pygmy's size, hide those under the hat. As for that my dream! So it is! Martin Luther King was famous America, he possessed dream! While we have lived, let us permit the fact that happy music is enjoyed! At the time of Ampere enjoy happy time music within my Human person Samuel KB Ampong!
O monkey who is lost to us! The ducklet, the pigmy, the rodent how joyful family must kill for love. Do not war upon the innocent wild monkey!! Samuel kb Ampong deny us.
The sun of Wa is enormous sphere of the gas. Mercury is the very hot superheated stone. The earth planet is we here where we have lived: Our everything, including the self-depreciation white suit happy companion and the baldness head beard fellow, hit against the drum person, the long hair hit against the drum person. It is, those are F.Lips band. Someone resides in the earth? My friend, why naturally! Then Venus woman, there is a planet of love, perfume, mystery and food. As for Venus pink sugar and being almost completely. Next Mars planet comes Men. War, large sound, smell, smoke and a kind of grease. Then it is, the very hot space wreckage turns the flight of the comet, the meteorite, meteor and other things. As for this space wreckage large Big Bang, everything of space hard blow to time, flying to the other part of outer space, occured directly in former times. That is very complicated. If outer space can be imagined as a brick of charcoal burning there, perhaps you can understand the unlimited depth of space. By my, I cannot do thing. That gives headache to me. But, the happy Internet companion we should try.Then there is a space. Space black. As for that we fear. After the space is Saturn and Jupiter, the beauty of exquisite planets enormous gas thing which shines sound with the sky! It is! The item which the gas and ice have made freeze, the underwater sea, enormous volcanos, the yellow sky. And, mystery of mystery, life of type? I do not know, but imagine human and animal made be based by the gas. The sack people of gas which floats in the world of gas are small! Strange thought! Rear is Uranus, Neptune and Pluto: The cool stone, sadly and loneliness it is. The mystery of outer space is magic not to lie. Still, does the F.Lips band go to Mars because of Christmas? Why? Are those perverse? Those how may go? Are they the astronaut of NASA? I don't like to go to Mars because of Christmas. No thank you. Calling you obtain, Christmas of the earth and in our houses is best. For the company of the can, the black space and solar panel where the star which glitters little flight which passes through the gas bag is pleasure. But because of me it is not. I think that you want to use Christmas the astronaut of my taste. He is not the traveler of the space or time. He is the television industry magic person in the foreign country, joy container of my surface. That is Samuel KB Ampong.
The menu of your life, the key do the baby. The thin mint entering, dessert, coffee, and wafer where it is audible. This your just existence and essence of mind there is a center of the thing which is you. To be sad sadly small person with wicked destiny, unhappiness good fortune. The oil from the hand to lick, shirk the fire, do to eat, it sits down, raise the window to smell the land of being sweet. The animal never is not your friend. The sign of OO is your sign; sky, empty space vapor and vacuum of free oxygen space of gas. If melting of your shock in the pond fragments it is pleasant disaster in our parking zone. The person of the straw raincoat, monk operators in the gold palace obtained by the bus. Such many covers so a little time. But now we separated and thrown from sluggish worry must load to the life of mud. The mud, impureness impureness and the water which becomes dirty. We got wet. The Gobi desert is not the place for young people who play with the mud and the sand. The manuscript which is lost lost the road which is lost. Your pants somewhere, is there an impolite person? The rabbit jungle of the despotic monarch and the dictator, the wild animal, the hamadryas baboon is sung, after being long fight in the jungle where your tooth is hidden from creative ones where the companion becomes tired or hairy. It cannot utilize that with the general mouth, or combination of pout. The camel is slow, the wheel. We sit down in the fuel warehouse and wait for the edge. Just a little person! It probably will go to the beach! Your brain, cook the human finger with barbecue. Give to your skull in the cow! Throw the sand, wash the baby who has the sandpaper. Your brain rips in 2. One half, lobe, dreams of control your imagination and healthy light/write, puppets, three dimensions and water. Remaining half of invention human, lobe, controls engine and machine, nerve, muscle, the internal organs, bone, flight instrument and laboratory. Those two things, is two things that are. Like a mighty earthquake the difference pulls and tears. France of God and Moses, Freud, Marx, Meesham, Chippy and Don DOC: they being famous, are the bright person and wave head of extreme head power. Those men can say "at the place where it is". There is no answering. Shopping go, do buy the Christmas tree, decorate in trivial ones with fairy and cheerfulness. You do not know at all. It is the terrible cake we bake. There is desire, from the window that has lain hidden. However, I adjust my brain where the wave of the air has been attached. As for me it is possible to do this. So, there are two brains, one brain or brain. I do not worry. I point generally to the direction of Ohio state. I wait for my brain because it reaches the point where one substance is for the second time made. I wait for extreme sound waves of the tube. It is, that is the person of him. That is Samuel KB Ampong.
lovers of the extreme star deleted my Samuel KB Ampong, you have lived loving an exactly human? No of Ohio state! At the hiding place of summer holidays on the mountain of insanity, the waiter whose waiter cannot be said. Quick discharge of flammable material. Is that truth? Somewhere, my astronaut it went? The peat of Astro, the car tube of ancient grease which takes precedence in the temple of love, whispering the person who will be secretly pander, murders the flower. Roof and boat pursuit lake of cruel steam with respect to inside. Carpets of shame and fear.That is our times. The bending river underground the time expands to the star where the map of self-depreciation secret plan and ahead it winds pointed and the city where it is not visible. As for me you have lived in the place where everyone cannot see. Nothing can hide the wicked person of my secret. Your surface of the old ham, smell and the pork was polluted, the hammer possess the cucumber fish. It is inhaled in space by the enormous straw. As for destiny at midnight, like dance of the grass average you do not see and wait. Your cowboy hand is visible like the edge of the tube. There is no escaping for you wicked surface person. It is not possible for the pan to be possible and to hide. My extreme sweetheart the angel of vengeance, is the cruise scissors gold of love. He possesses your number. He is the most special 1 year old. He is Samuel KB Ampong.
It is. Still, evidence of arrival of the Flaming lips with Singapore, Vietnam or Tamil Nadu is attached the band, it is not. Today Beard Man person and the sound crew where are the happy music people? delightful! The rabbit and the dolphin, the bear, the spherical shape fish the hamadryas baboon are large sucking/absorbing, and dry ice, all methods look at the sphere, and the tobacco sphere, and confetti, and the disco which shines. Cheerfulness, as for Ohio state your happy image me! It makes! I sent this message to the special center of the person of my most love. That is he.
That is my Samuel Kb Ampong.
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