Mediatations 12.26.00-1.31.01 looked like it was written very far away from the page dead as a door prize the wind whipped words and the wind whipped world partners in creme when you go to one address & it sends you to another address when you got yr ears back, you got yr wings committing a pseudonism crawling to the top of an eggroll in a chinese laundry restaurant had a hen-orrhoid on Sarah Jane Lane mr. astrology love machine company until in the room you are bathed in light desktop rattletrap machinery rattling in the hallucinatory haze morning star hot pockets a song called "wishful thinking" a well-worn practitioner of speed sleeping the textbook "fuck the fleeting images" caused some consternation calling @ the coma phone Rife Machine finding you by echolocation B(ro) to B(ro) covered in dream sauce we're taking calls @ 1-800-CON-STI-PATION the Hungry Ghosts Band my time in the otherworld rehab sandwich listen to the answerwood wickup water district that's some cold karma escape telocity Bughea Desusarges a piece next week in Think! 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