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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."

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Today's color is [COLOR=paleturquoise]extremely light blue[/COLOR]! Enjoy kids, we're almost done.

"rare live shots intercity fatbags
Plastic hungry bag comes shuffling up between the seats
hanging cables from his glass eyes combing his hair across a hidden baldskin
creased tweed in the back pockets full of pens

red pony come in the elastic door announcing the arriving of destinations
Stonehouse and the slamming of doors
Red pony drags a bag in

Loaded
NFL in the phonebox
though the glass red box
whistle in the wind

Worchester
platforms slip out slow
skyspeak like 'Jamican-Fuzz'
'Thankyou'
buffet situated towards the rear skinny tweed still loading bag-rack
green whispering
sheep shit sleep platinum sunsets
fog ripping paper
water in the dirt sucks in breath like leather walking through a glass wall
green tin
white sun
pink steel
the hunting of flatheads punching little paper pieces

'Oh!'

the sliding of glass walls
2 stripped Oaks
Stonehouse
Stone spike
Aerial!
Aerial!
Sunset frozen returning with a bag of coffee and meat

and Bread

and Neon

and Cellphone FUCKING CELLPHONE on a crowded train!
and talking Woolhead

'Yeah hello Simon how are you?'

I see happy landing that's very nice listen Simon
Silent woollen dandruff flowerhead right ringing

'..hello? So, how are you? yeah?, yeah?, ....yeah?, just two days?
Yeah, the train yeah yeah yeah the electric did it yeah really terrible so when you
coming up to London? yeah well I tell you, well, have you? got yeah a pen?
d..d..d'you? couldya? really? call 'cause I got a phone number, alright, so I'll
speak to you later and we'll get together thanks for calling Simon I really appre-
'ciate that alirght then bye'

Stroud
Dark information
Neon strip
'where you gonna sit?'
'I dunno, oh sorry'
'put your things up there just find a place where you want to sit you want to get
off?
No, you can't do that
'it's alright
you' sit down, 'I'll' put the case up there
alright ?

'
o.k.?'
[COLOR=cyan][/COLOR]
stripped sticks
Fuzz Jamaica
hot bacon towards the rear 'thankyou' 'I'm sorry about that'
24 quid coughing sliding glass tripped stick sihouette"

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Today, [COLOR=yellowgreen]lime green[/COLOR]. Tomorrow, the end.

"What you looking at don't you look at me look the tunnels slipping around us
tar-stained in the dark electric snakes tubehole-wind
the suit got fat hair on his blonde in a fast move under glass
chemical hair in black split to knee
tubehole-wind dust in the face

in the nose

plaster slab-rat
leather straps between the fingers
wood splinters between its rubber feet
diesel infection
tubehole-wind wanker wanker I smell smoke
I smell you exposed
I smell you exploding in the tubehole
black stains on the walls standing creased against the plate glass
beggar's hound knows a warm place away from these stainless holes
these stained feelings
begging mother suqatting in the new tubehole
squatting with baby winter and teeth in the tubehole-wind for something small

and offering

White City tubesnake approaches these broken shoes
Mexican bankrupt factory shoes
go shoelesss or re-stock with Reebok
endless sport-foot in the Bond Street tubewind brushing chocolate off her
begging sister
I love her
Polythene left unattended in the tubehole bag is a threat at Nottinghill

Still

I love your red plastic bucket seats
discomfort by design
that big alloy tube running up underneath your nicotine lips
come closer
the sun burns colder

So

the lines between definitions blur,
Conversations are poetry
The City is filled with Rhythm
Beautiful Melody
Noise is music,
Fragements protrude and read "The Places'
Experiences distilled to essence

These are the chunks I commit to paper
Carry with me

To be repeated
Re-introduced to the cacophony
Echoing their original, beautiful collisions"

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Meh, not much left on the last pages so I'll just do it now. Almost the same shade of [COLOR=red]red[/COLOR] as before. All done!

"To hear the music in this city you got to be pissed
or so wiped out you don't care about anything except 'what you want'

Both put you in a 'space apart'
Put you in a place 'out-side of'
'Between glass walls'

Beauty in a pool of fresh pink pewk
It lies beneath a red metal seat on a clean whtie marble concourse
It's runny 'round the edge
Black lumpy inside

Waiting for the five past midnight"