Or something like: The truth even if it never happened.


(Crackle-static-interference)…….or was it?…….well!..... daydreaming?….(static/interference)..……….does it matter really?……......anyway listen.
I DON’T KNOW, I told myself this but perhaps I didn’t hear it, I don’t know……(Static sound)…what is that noise?……..
”If nobody comes, then nobody comes”, and yet that isn’t true, well not all true……..(Interference-noise and static)…..
”I’d love to go”
“Why not?”
“Can you talk right now?”
“Hang on you sound really awful”
“I’m not going with a pack of nobodies”

So they go into the mountains, of course, where else? So they go with a pack of nobodies.

“That’s a good thing”…….(static-interference)
“No way, I don’t like mountains anymore, lets go somewhere flat or back inside”
“But nobody has done me any harm”
“But nobody will help me”
“A pack of nobodies, look how they jostle with their elbows……………..and their arms linked together (static electrical sound)……their numberless feet tread so close together and look, no listen to the wind blowing through them and the gaps between their company”

(Stastic-interference-noise)…..then came this:

“ For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie sleekly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can’t be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.”

Or perhaps something like: they write

Crazy things I hear in my ear, innuendo and space….. so listen good. Ok its clear if you add it up and put it together = High voltage electricity. 33 tables they write and I heard “silver twist”. There are doors, walls and cruel sinister games, liberty and be invisible. Down hearted they write……immortal souls. They write be realistic. Follow the rain on a ledge. Buzzy bee they write but the sound was electricity or was it the ice? Jump and sing, play, fever, swim and jump they write.


Or something like: Demonic indistinctions.

These were created on a Friday evening at dusk, you remember? It was impossible for them to receive bodies because the Sabbath had already begun. So they had a conflict of wanting “once more’ what they had lived and yet wanting the ecstasy of the un-lived, what had never happened yet. Ask Zoya she will tell you and she also has the softest voice.

Something like this: ice light.

Anyway your guts are like mine and we all get together in sleep where are mouths are trapped in static and you said, “ this thing is like a rickety bridge of impossible crossing”. Together it is like small steps against inertia and the echo of a dead end.



Catch the rites of spring and bonfires, faulty electrics or something like exploding streetlights. Oh and incase you forget the birds are about to bust their guts with singing, look into the air.




Or perhaps something like: light ice

Something about Zoya with a halo and the buzz of insects like magnetic static electricity. It is sedative and hypnotic when sorrow fires her arrows at you in the glittering blackness.

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