GiT

Press Release

You see we've still got pictures and cardboard cutouts and whilst Shirley rests serrated scissors against her lower lip we got this. I got caught whispering, I got caught staring, I got caught whispering and staring and they'd offer me small talk and glasses of water 'what is it?' I said 'just drink it' they said. I spoke to ghosts on Hounslow Hill I reached the tent's edge and what I thought were minutes were in fact many hours. The captain didn't mind of course he just stood there laughing himself being no stranger to the time lock his hands were tied on this one though 'step aside' I said I went outside I never saw him again. My eyes ached I was snow blind I figured the only way out was down but I couldn't see the bottom and that scared me. He could have been anyone's brother and the journey makes you insane the crowd get louder they force themselves on you it's heliotrope at carnival time chanting 'gas the gas man'. Carlton grabbed the mic at Lyon fresh hands upon me edge of tent let the children in never go near him, never go near him get it straight he's ready his energy is edged nice and jagged cracker love trace of blood on puppet glove is it love or is it drug love. At last I found the Captain he looked me in the eyes and said 'I'm Ericthacus Rubecula'. Bist Du in Ordnung, I love you I love you I love you.

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