Life is a love trial, trial and error, a test of faith. That's how and why I got to you baby, thank God. Life has a past, life is right now, right here, you & me. Life has a future. With us shaping it
Trial and error is a fundamental method of problem-solving characterized by repeated, varied attempts which are continued until success, employing different techniques and strategies to identify the best course of action, or until the practicer stops trying.
Yummy, today was our beautifully melancholic Fryday pool day, we’re soooo in love, baby, we’re soooo fried, love-fryed, love-dyed, love-whyed, I want you my French fries!
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Before I left my casita (housita - you speak Spainish, remember?), you won’t believe who I bum bumped into. Nope, it wasn’t our beloved Bono from FU2, lol. Guess some more, yep, it was the oldie fartie of Melee Gipsy. Yeah, Mel Gibson, that fymous gray beard dude from Holyweird.
Baby, don’t look at the horrible packtures below, please, they’re killers, they’re truly horrifying, Melee Gipsy looks like an ol’ bum, ‘cause he’s an ol’ bum, oopsie! Yummy, I told him to go to the Barbie’s Chop, but he confronted me saying he didn’t wanna get raped, ya know, playing the same ol’ song, as he was treasuring his spared virginity (consider his age, lol) for his bloody Subtract sweetheart. He’s so tired of fending off all the flies falling for him, tending to his volcanic eruption Willy Shakespeare.
N I gotta tell ya, confessing my dirty mind, there were some pretty hot bones at the pool, n I wasn’t hungry, wink wink, I disliked them strongly, like really. Your purring doggie had to mask my barking erectile dysfunction, so purrfuckedtly that afterwards I rushed to the Barbie’s Chop to shed my good ol’ terrorist looks. No baby, I didn’t wanna look badass ugly, I swear! I’m zorry, so zorry, my perry!
So, ah yummy, you lost another love quality time with me by our aussy pool today. It was like a melon dollar XXXpurrience. You lost a million dollars, yep, you did! Yet no warries, baby, you lost but I won your semi-absence, I got your melon back, I got you another hat, really. Mami, ain’t papi sweet, berry berry sweet, busting my poor balls to buy you pure luxury? I dunno, but the Vogue hat turned blue. I dunno, but I mellow want you happy yellow in our bed, baby marshmallow! R U feeling blue? Don’t be blue, true blue, ‘cause I love you!
And you wouldn’t believe it, baby, the oldie fartie of Melee Gipsy showed up again at our howseeta when I arrived late at night. The psycho freaked me out, Mel Gibson shaved. He wanted to resemble me or something, he’s such a copycat, so effin’ childish, imitating my youngey beehavyor, my shavecut, my kreative ideeass.
Like in the Barbie’s Chop, I made a few copycat killings there. Ya baby, some flies wanted to rape me, steal my stained virginity for ya, but I fought them back like hell, no problema. Yeah, I used your anarchic anti-shag panties, demanding peace and platonic love. You didn’t think Ps, did you? Phuck, baby! No warries, I won them, I did them, they were so uneffeble, they weren’t divine, I managed to protect my promise-cute-or-ohs virginity, for you yummy, I’m your vintage lover, lower, lowlife, lowlee, Libi, bebe, you won’t find another, I’m an ol’ pro! Oki doki, woky broky, a little too amateurish, but still, ya know!
The Trial was a Czech technopop/synthpop music band that existed for 5 years in the early 90s. I went to a couple of their concerts, absolutely loved them, where everyone wore black, black a la Depeche Mode and Camouflage, their musical style was popular back then when communism fell. So in order to blend in, I wore red, blood red, a long-sleeved red shirt, red pants, a red cap or hat, showing my true color - commie, I’ve always been a commie, a revolutionary, a peacenik. Nobody wore that even during cummunism, ha ha. Me an anarchist, baby? I want you my French fries, you complete me, so here’s some ketchup, yummy!
I would recommend listening to the whole magical album, starting off with these great tracks in the second Youtube link of the complete record down below to get swallowed correctly into the best atmosphere of the uneffin’ Czech’s trial, me baby:
Television Liar
Every evening
I am sitting
In my luxury hall
Face to face
With the television liar
 Now I
 Open your eyes
 See that dark
 Is only in your mind
Don't disappoint my love
I need you
In the world of industry
I don't find backroom
Backroom
Where I may just dream
Backroom
Where I may just smile
 Now I
 (Give me Now)
 Open your eyes
 (Give me Now)
 See that dark
 (Give me Now)
 Is only in your mind
 (Give me Now)
Face to face
With the television grace
Save me
Sky Of Secrets
Charming body in the dark
Shame is signing next contract
The life is so so the fight
Shaking heart knows it's bright
 You are disappeared
 So let me down
 You are smashing nowhere
 I'll return home
 You do it just willingly
 I've felt your face
 Don't use intense desire
 I'll see your place
Yourself
I'm fallen down on the floor
Press on my mind may be
You rearranged me I saw.
Look through my eyes and dreams
 So my sorrow
 What can be crazy for you
 Take my passion
 I'm always looking for you
I'm fallen down on the floor
Press on my mind may be
You rearranged me I saw
Look through my eyes and dreams
You relied on yourself
Bring me next time of me
My story of my life
Breaks any lies and fears
So my sorrow
What can be crazy for you
Take my passion
I'm always looking for you
Just tomorrow
You will be standing over
It seems stupid
I'll have to live without you
Anybody
Anybody
Spoke with you together
Anybody
Held your hand tonight
Anybody
Hear your breath forever
Tonight
Anybody
Cried and froze behind you
Anybody
Rends one's hair tonight
Anybody
Warned against the false love
Tonight
She's number one
She's number one
Some special flash
 Change my direction
 Don't change my direction
 I want you
 Don't be so frown
 Tell me about your face
 Tell me about your hands
 They never want to go down
Anybody ...
(Anybody closed my eyes ...)
Make-Up
In my depressive dreams
I love your might
(My make up my make up)
And your power is breaking
Into my heart
Come to me near
(My make up is beautiful
Light of me)
Your hands are leaving
Shining face
(Shining face shining face)
Sparkling eyes
And burning place
Temporary charm
(My make up is beautiful
Light of me)
 (Hey man)
 Let the play
 (See a girl)
 It's perfect
 (Step by step you are becoming
 Prisoner of my make up)
Shut Up
Commander says
Join the army
Not for the world
My life is for me
I don't give my freedom
To madmen for the years
This one drill
Is a head over heels
Everyday you listen
Set in a row
Everyday you listen
You are slow
Everyday you listen
Left right turn about
In my mind
I kill him every night
Left turn right turn
Left turn right turn
Shut up!
In the army now
Just like again    (shut up!)
In your eyes
I see a pain    (shut up!)
Man isn't man
But only fighting machine
Man isn't man
But only flesh for eating
By war
What Do You Say?
Try to help me
Understand it
Angel of my heart
You can feel it
Sunny sky is falling
Picture of my life
Flame of hope
Our hearts are burning
Lights are shining bright
'Cause you drive my mind
I will be crazy
Sunshine in the night
Sea of love
In storm of wave now
What do you say ?
Little touch
Of love in your hands
What do you say ?
 No one feels more it
 So up to our glory
 And no one hears
 Calling to you
 Your lips devote me
 One word may be dirty
  My impression
 Never comes down
 (You can touch my body
 Close to me I'm ready)
The Trial - In the Fiction Press (Pictures) 1991
Take my heat - well
I love guess
You wanna
Calling by the summer
In your fiction press
Tonight tonight
Ah ha ha
Nobody close there
You're here and nowhere
But you know this life
So why
(Want my hand)
No life and no cry
She's more when she's mine
This dream of your life
So fast
(Want my hand)
I will take your loving
You must get it right
I want make a fortune
Knowing by my sight
You are in your glory
You want looking wild
Let be all my stories
I would cry like a child
(Catch my falling)
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Track List
00:00 - The Bodies Of Evenings
04:10 - Terrible Scream
08:13 - Television Liar
12:30 - Make-Up
16:56 - Shut Up!
20:23 - Yourself
23:21 - Sky Of Secrets
26:45 - Anybody
30:25 - In The Fiction Press
35:45 - My Bed
39:38 - What Do You Say?
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The complete record
The Trial - Pictures(1991)(Synth-Pop)(New Wave)
Yummy, I’ll just have your vanilla coffee and go to sleep, it’s late here, 9:35 am, lol. Ah baby, how I’d love to stretch with you and slumber together, as without stretching I just shrink, you’re my shrink! Nite nite, baby, err, morning morning, I love you more than French fries!!!
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Disclaimer: The horrifying images of the oldie fartie of Melee Gipsy premiering your new hat will be uploaded to the Substack version shortly, you’ve been tenderly forewarned, my love!
Good thoughts mate ... Got me thinking, love has to begin with yourself tho, and that's a dangerous thing!