[Malt Refund]

Still have more time tonight. Here's pages 3 and 4, which are [COLOR=red]red[/COLOR]. I love doing this, I've always actually wanted to but I didnt think anyone was interested. There you go. ^__^

If you want to help out, be careful not to smudge the page, the grease from your finger alone can kill the text, it's sooo fragile.

"When we're sad it makes us happy
She
looks back in her backwards shirt
She smiles in her corner
Smiles back in her backwards shirt when I wave
And then they ask us questions
And give us labels
useless labels foe this we do
'What's your passion?'
'What's you position?'
Do

or make

or think

Collision and accidents are the engines inside of it
You want more tea?
You want stimulation?

<two lines.. unreadable on my copy>
Beat son
Young Sunday
Digital rock in shock
Give me another love song, this ones broken
Ultra bear in the lift she says
I'll tell you a funny story later
he says

Uh, Uh and laughs
We dont have much time, he says.
cause I'm only gonna know you till midnight
Scare movie

Amazing noise
Amazing shaking
Happy dog Mexican wrestler mask

Danger lurks in a hang down hairdo!

Bear and Rabbit (We love Sport)

Bak

Nice
Are

I just had this perfect column of flies, like 'over my head!
I put 'Black and White' on it must've smell of fruit
Giant bloody columnecede:
Light is sound
Shit is beautiful
And 'Everything is Shit and Dust' she said

'I am just a waitress', she said
There's no silence
Only layers of one continuously evolving sound
A sound simultaneously close and distant
And I hear layers
And I can distinguish one element from another
This is how I came to know the world
Because..
I was taught to Seperate things
Build a 3D soundscape
Put everything in its place
Not 'One thing' but many

And yet
With the help of a little persistent abuse
I've learnt to 'unlisten' these transient frangments
Reconstitute them as one sound
Return to 'Mono'
A single
Two dimensional
Linear narrative

There are no sentences
Only continious dialogue
The lines between definitions blur
Conversations are poetry
The City is filled with Rhythm
Beautiful Melody
Noise is music
Fragments protrude and recede
Light is sound
Shit is beautiful
And 'Everything is Shit and Dust' she said
Tightly woven and Passed between us like runners in a relay.

He's kissing her between the <smudged>
Her white legs out of her skirt
Her lips into his
Sucking at her
Feeling her up
Even her thighs
Even her kneeds in her exposed expensive sun
Even the girl
Even the old bloke
Looks back in passing
Her crossed legs bare to his hand
She lets him feel
Perhaps is even 'heightened' by public access"