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*** Sickness at roadside cafe I get my vinaigrette straight from the drain speculum is the special prize canned scabs taste just as good dip your toe in plastic soup cut patterns into my face I’ve got a pocket full of numbers no one suspects a thing
*** Exhausted pipe commission / broadcast analysis tells us nothing / I have a blockage / the town is hairy and broken / snipers leave trails on the carpet (resist project Dracula / plug the leak)
*** Pockmarked yob birthed odd trumpet start of the new scene aligned with finks searching for a sound beneath alien Sun it is terrifying auditions begin at teatime a mod in Yorkshire starts an alchemical scooter sect my wife says it is a vain enterprise