"Spies in the Wires". _Microphonies_. Cabaret Voltaire. Ingenuity my secret rival.. Fly, fly, and I am waiting.. She said, he said.. Just someone, and..
His head is not his memory.. Visions coming, one, two, three.. Trickle up, trickle down.. Wearily, we come unwound.. Sensoria, sensoria, sensoria, sensoria..