We already met?

Good evening, we already met? No ? You tell me something. A cousin of the lady in the radiator can be? Wonderful your look. I'm sorry but I can not find your voice. And yet I hear his levitation above Beach House. In a trip at the end of the night perhaps? Enigmatic smile repeat "let you go". Musical notes tumble on the aluminum reflecting blue. I see you have trouble. Blunt pin-heads crush the skin. The body becomes numb. The beach made of bamboo string absorbs the pepper waves. Light rustle of old recordings. Parasites, white noise. Come, let's go to the archives, you will find a voice on the road. There is, there is, there is, there is, there is.