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~ syndromes by clarence cob-web ~
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i've got syndrome syndrome oh well, 'could be worse i've got syndrome syndrome but i don't know what came first the syndrome or the syndrome? that's a syndrome in itself i've got syndrome syndrome syndrome yet feel in quite good health ...
i'm picking up signals transmissions interference white noise blue noise with yellow dots incoherence sine signs e.v.p aliens great uncle steve loads of codes 3rd cousin rose aerial daze giz a wave ...
the river & its ripples its dimples its wrinkles its jiggles its wriggles mass trickles of dribble from little to middle to mighty wet riddles of slippery wiggles of rivery ripples ...
there was a hole in last thursday so bits of it leaked into last friday beyond last week then into the future yes the spillage did run leaving traces in places for decades to come ...
chuckling internal jokes electricity makes you float there are zeniths underground there are noises without sound phantom tangents ant digressions plastic antennae regressions frights of fancy interludes so keep the blinds down safe subdued ...
pen check pad check all hands on deck ink check Petr Čech treaty Utrecht Quebec Aztec discotheque chicken neck madness cay sera add words et voila ...
there are bits of whitsuns daydreams foamy moments shaving cream there are intermissions crevices edgy head land precipices there are glimpses of past lives like aristotle nell gwynn's cousin irwin rommel & there are draining times plus energies then lemon trees memories x ...
something's cooking something smells good & so the tummy rumbles as i thought it would something's burning charry whiffs now alarming aromatics find the source somehow then something's leaking - d'you smell gas? it's somewhere in this darkness light a candle with a match ...
bits of whitsuns daydreams shaving cream intermittent. lettuces madrigal clavicle crevices. code abuse stagger quagga overviews. energies lemon trees premises memories ...
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