
it sounded like an elaborate mess
spilling in slow motion
bubbling like a lava of litter
it's like the devil had a good radio
with a shit antenna
i'd be hearing what i'm hearing
cause i heard it just now
i can hear between the lower wave frequencies
too much noise above and below
convert that to a storable generic energy
the devil has a radio show where you have to guess
if his special guest sold his soul to get to hell
or was just a horrid nasty cunt
and got there by their own merits
i can hear the sounds from in the noise
but there's nothing plugged in
i can hear random noises behind the sounds
and still nothing is plugged in
ordinary conversations
on the big screen in my face
i hear cars on the road
outracing their own wave patterns
soaked in an icy white noise
i can hear stomping and banging
home brand drum lessons
anechoic thoughts
from echo beach
stay there Martha
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Bren
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