Jounal D'Un Cur De Campagne
I cuffed clean for the occasion.
I mean speech. Second row, strapped for the occasion. Political
or staged polticalÖwas that Clinton? The echo's pretty bad. No.
Better louder. Echoes froglike garbles. Iíll
do the best I can. With hangover head the beat is
a little pounding. In sight. Throbbing turns
to head pounding a lot especially during white-noise of heat off august
asphalt mushrooming and stuck in traffic on philadelphia river bridge.
am my own depository. I am my own fuck theatre refuge. How
does one construct music like this frontier? There obviously is a planned
beat or rhythm foundation. Right in the gut if I do it. Armor piercing
and me with no armor fucked, laserburn like itís supposed to be, what a
way to go out, jacked like a sucker, and the presidential bass, I can take
it out right in the middle of the bridge. Fading,
non-lingering sounds appear and disappear from one side to other the
confounded bridge, snap bang, suddenly assasinatory, will it stay the course?
is the one with the name. No course for he who prefers oralities.
use of keyboard and sampling I suppose more interjection of staying the
course. Symbolic for whether this repetitive beat in which the interplay
of the reappearing sounds? My mother raised me not to laugh at raygun
waving and doubling over for Jodie Fosterís Army halleluyeah. Dunno.
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