Keep in mind this was from april 8th 2012 and sry for all the space's and everything posting this from my phone. We find in the one to all, space is either taken, or all stolen never blackened, its the cycle of creation
Ultaihymæxtreme, falls into keen, running affected by what could be unlimited, never to be there again until the very end
its the start of the end, the never ending wants to break the cycle so it never comes back but wakes up in the end, again 
55 doubles the trend to shift the unseen, with furthest limits of Uëÿmæx'œ placed out invisible through war, the sealed is  opened, When The big, is to none, they Realize into the fall,
its the brick wall, living dead, roaming endless seas, neutralizing the senses limited for beeings
socio loosing focus of living in the Feed, ajusting the wakenn up, in, the, spine.
Grinding up, one of the insane outter lines , in our, neutral state, of, karèð'èkded, minds,
Its letting life GRinD, cost in the lost of duality, allways searching ourselfves, loosing steer, waiting for the up'äwakening,
they take control, frozen or hardened by cold, til'l the new Iowækìning,
two see both after one, once that fits in the scene for the ones splicing R'Ríèxeð gènes,
pattend hand under electric ground, to be the sound making it crown. Down into where we see up as the ground.

The last fits into scene For the ones under lightning Down should be on the ground amplified by many of sounds, 

erthquakes, in hearing the materialized Mæié'lœxièñ
Theyre, neutral states, of, karèð'èkded, minds, letting the life GRinD, while the user falls into lost of mind, with the no repair, loosing the sights, 

The machined, quaked up, to let creation repair the living GRinD.
To pride eyes into a life GRinD. Metamorphing the primal sound