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No prob, I likes it.. yeah save a copy, I'm positive -1 will since he is the collector of everything and I know these will someday go into his Underworld museum for which I will get free tickets to. Heres the [COLOR=darkorchid]purple[/COLOR] pages..

"reflecting neon's for those joined us at Stroud
'thankyou'
'thankyou'
you going to London
Clear
Dear
Awaiting the arriving reflected neon's stripped sticks slipping
thankyous in the Dark rhythms gathering bags hats falling
'Is there a buffet?'
'Yes!'
he's just Dark rhythms cautious between the seats

When I wrote most of this originally
When I gathered these 'images'
I was drunk

It made things simpler

You should've been there
That was a place to see
And space enough in my head
You could've sat up there and got it pure
that's when you should've turned up
and that's when you could've soaked it up
it was good then
pure
something worth it
This is just 'diluted'

There's a way into a place like that
A ritual
A set of prescribed functions
A door
And I found it

I'd turn up
Leave one identity out side
And pick another up on the way in
It was simple
'Great'
Identity-passport
Passport-identity
Get drunk
Change
Simple

Observe, and write
You should've heard me then
doing the drunk
Words in my head were pure
Fucking great stuff
But only so much got onto paper
And thought I kept getting better

(Kept practising)

You just can't write that fast
Exchange a bit one identity
Slip into a bit of the other
Get into another place
See the world from a different perspective
Occupy another space
and collect them juicy 'stuffs' in there

The suit wipes its nose on the wrist
The suit leans against the glass
open at the neck
Scratches down the inside of its back
Scratches down its neck
Scratches its nose
Wipes its nose with the back of the other hand
Holds onto the pole
a little stainless steel in the palm
The suit picks it
turns its back and goes straight up the nostril with the other fingers
Scratches up its lip
its neck
its chin
Wipes its face with the other hand
its face up against the doors
is waiting for the arriving platforms

I became consciously aware, and began using, the 'music of cities'
after a two week work stay in NewYork
That's where I literally 'woke up on it' one morning, lying in bed,
hearing the sound of the Manhattan rush-hour,
as if it was the most magnificently and deliberately scored sound
track."