Ticks and Tidbits.

God only knows
how that audio stuck in there-
a clean document
at the ragged edge of the cycles.

I keep all these little tidbits now.
the hoo-haas the humpy-tumpies
and the neo-mythical TV lines.
Daddy? Put on the echos now... I'm Calling Orsen...

A clean set-up, Logic. Fun. No shit.
Just created the damn template!
Reg files clean in.
Go figure! I'm not even bothering.

Just sweeping through
on the way to the pixxx.
Had two or three last jobs to do.
Which is how I am remembered.

Jesus! I've shit to do, I know.
Know I could do better.
Sun's burning on my curtains.
Haven't slept yet, yet...

Pixxx or something  
Ripp an mpeg
Wasn't planning or anything

(At the ragged-edge) Click:- 
She says "had a great fall..."
Like I didn't know.
Like loosing the grip on an original thought,
I just let it slip, was all.

Fearing my life short.
I've got as long as it takes, 
moments won't get lost, or anything,
move blood down for a headache.

He speaks and spits, and I listen.
Think I would have risen above him.
But that's just thinking.
I'm typing now in harmony with an other cosmic rhythm.

I'm one Fat Bastard. She says,
and she never swears, being only three.
But she cutely cuts ribbons right out of me,
makes me sweat sometimes.

Swear I thought she was in the room
there. But no, it was a sample only.
But how the fuck it got in there...
God knows.

I, was recording a series of Os.
Testing my perfect sinewave.
Seems my lungs like the tone somewhat.
I've been practicing.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...


:When the Spirit pokes you sharply in the physical eye.
You start. Stop. And start to think..
Spew poetry, song and dance for the thing, whatever.
For however long. But the finger has already been removed.

:It lasts only a moment at first. 
You'll know exactly what I mean.
You've been let know. Now it's in your ken.
The memory will fade in time, as these words 

Yestheseones,
broach
absurdity.

:no
:words
:can
:describe this.

But that won't stop me.



Cor, 6-00