Wednesday, March 30, 2005

beetle suite; 03/30/05 Posted by Hello

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steven edward streight said...

I can almost feel that fat cockroach, which you call a "beetle", crawling up onto my arm, scratching his way into my skin, burrowing like a burning earwig, waging insectoid chemical warfare against my existence, then rolling down to the floor, and, gathering his venom and velocity, heading for the shore of sham shackles.

Then I turn on my Spy Glass Blue CD and try to listen to it, try to hear music between the scenes, listening between the lions, reading between the lying lips of old religious leaders who can't find their wits anymore.