SOLTEK

The portal-bounceress gave him a quick glance and cleared the way with a friendly nod. Sanctuary stood in neon red letters above the entrance.

Soltek had not finished zening the tea, when he heard the clatter in the box for the first time, and he didn’t like what it sounded like.

…it could not happen again, which had to happen and once again the beer became warm, although it clearly violated the cosmic grand-constitution, which clearly forbade the existence of warm beer.

He had to admit that he had lost the factual overview of his cosmic positioning temporarily out of his sight, out of his senses, because of all the definite vortex-thrust pleasures.

The sub bass thrust seemed to come straight from the centre of the galaxy and its purity of light surpassed anything ever measured.

He gave the "Enter" order and the most beautiful of all codes ever written, assimilated in real time the consciousness of the sub-matrix of the solar activity.

Soltek did not have the slightest idea who had nominated him for the World Peace Championship, but now he was there.

Enjoy the psychedelic world of Soltek.

Enjoy the psychedelic world of Soltek.

They placed the best female prayer in the center of the womanish gray temple and the fusion-function of the strategic illumination began instantly to disperse its charm. Without circumcision the neuronal operating systems of the zombie angels got collectively rebooted …

Under the rainbow dome it was so different than it just seemed to be… The Rainbow Dome Under the rainbow dome it was so different than it just seemed to be. All neuronal coupling was placed at the disposition and …

Enjoy the psychedelic world of Soltek.

The world revolution did not just begin unexpectedly but somehow surprisingly in Schlüterstrasse 13, in an insignificant post office. The Torso Flux The world revolution did not just begin unexpectedly but somehow surprisingly in Schlüterstrasse 13, in an insignificant post …

The nassimic tachyon fluctuation pulsated like a luminescent LED torso in the golden glow, filled up to the threshold bit memory spot slots. The Cosmic Honk The nassimic tachyon fluctuation pulsated like a luminescent LED torso in the golden glow, …

He got ready to use the Tokyo Gender 3001 starter patch which he purchased at the Mexican black market and looked forward to an eventful night as a lovely tweeting F2F message disrupted the booting. The Allies He got ready …

The smelly smell from the astral fart cannon caused him to wake up from his deep luminiferous aether dreams as he realized to get himself ready for another round in the wrestle of Armageddon vs. Babylon. Reborn The smelly smell …