The turntables whirred in their palace of wires. The bedroom spacecraft was tinkling with the sound of Ligeti.
"u r blates seec intae torrent."
"no."
"ooooooooooololololollllllll y so mad u r totes to thine a lulz king!"
"; dr," he said. But this was the room in which nothing could be unread.
"u r torrent liek a chorris, blates blates blates blates blates. Torr whorr."
The room darkly returned.
"tl; dr."
Laughter was the spirit and the air cruelly giddy.
"Aaahahahahaha," -It came so naturally. "SO, if ye waz d'loading some heavy trax fr/ a torrentbay, wtf tbh w/ you choose for t3h qualz? the hi- qualz vers.? or mbz a smooth med. qualz.? or low qualz evn?? Lulululululul."
"Ur soo rare. Stfu."
"2tru, nigga. Rare as cher, fface. U wan'z gl1tch up some shit or nud?"
The turntables whirred again and the music slipped into its twirling place. They danced; and time lost what time was.
one fine day, you'll look at me; and you will know our love was meant to be
Stevie moved like it was karate.one fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
Janie jumped like she was in love.the arms I long for will open wide; and you'll be proud to have me right by your side
Time left its painful hold and their freedom beat down like a white anvil of loveliness.one fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl
you're gonna want me for your girl
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