Caught in the weblisk. Berlin. 1996.

Caught in the weblisk.

Only certainty, the bass.

Threw me in to putty mold.

Becoming as I-like-you-like-me.

Been here before,

But kinda like better this time.

Only the music fits and starts.

That epilepsy of the brain.

From outside all this experience,

Flying through,

Bringing so fresh a man

Fresh a man,

Flesh o’ a Finnish man.

A tigress growls within

And the bottle lies broken.

 

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