27 october

as well we know the telephone speaks its mind at clearly defined intervals and the integral points of response are the haunts in the pauses the causes -- as we see -- are varied, the days that run -- we see -- are harried, and all the hendersons will dance and sing -- let me fill my pockets wild, china weak and jacks are mild -- hurricanes for breakfast now, with alabaster record doubts! we are the ones we can't do without! i have no desk and i have no shoes -- i see only light and i hear only truth -- the answers in the curtain and the meal's its own dessert (i will hurt with wonder as i wait, the ache an angle tried and long --) sing the cattle sunset song: turn the hands, the clock's all wrong -- i'm the one i meant to mention, i'm the one i thought you knew -- sweet jane and all the cabin crew will be coming by soon to assist you as the sky tuns soft to velvet and we all fade underground