and the cough came back the very next day,
they thought it was a gonner but,

why did it? maybe so i can kill off all the chichi knatters
that twattle round the bar in their dance of hOOOch.

bling, blang.

i was asked to play a show, and then i say "i cant i have to werk"
and then i ended up going and she had gone...no show for a no show.

i was really wanting to play, play it out,,,
there is so much (as neil y. cuts out on a good part,,,)
so much wanting escape to be crossed over
through the wires, into the air space cascade..,

i'm a noise fan myself, since you mentioned it,
i was in shrieked out bliss,
walking home from the metro, latelate,
and the train was passing,
and shrieking back, tremors of high pitched squeels,
in all variation, wheels wound too tight.

bring on the feedback, friend.

twelve hour shifts, sore sore.
et apres, sewing storm.

the storm of separation,
overhead,
but we need to know what is clearly needed.
clearly,
to know what we need.

gert rude.

we need the need of living live living.

we have the other of each..,
living having the other
the storm is not separated
we have both the storm.

living live alive living..,..,..,

its the stamp of the pure shriek,
catch it in your net.

the most.