[thurston]
seven
seven
I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
two speakers dream the same and skies turn red
satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
i can't get laid cuz everyone is dead
hey - gold connections
analog soul waving in yr hair
hey - hylozoic directions
she's talking blue streaks everywhere
your spirit is time-reversed to your body
stereographic mix-up field on field
it started growing up the day your body dies
only apparently, real to irreal
hey - stereo stations
perfect image, kneel down
hey - hypostatic information
come on let's hear you turn it around