A response from Andrew Ciccone

We’re all plugged in, logged in, tuned in. It’s dark.

We have the final countdown and it’s down to the green light of the lizard to begin.

Ok so first we’re going through all this paper which is crumpled on the floor. We report these findings on the megaphone: petrol, elvine, midland, fire, plasma… what’s that? oh dear now there are dandelions over our eyes. Yes this will exacerbate the hay fever. In reverse. Hold on now just checking something. Yes just checking our wristwatch you see. Ah no, turns out we’ve something scrawled on our arm..? (Silence). Now we’re garglin’, now it’s lemon chili ginger, the ol’ shapelessness of the mind, DE-crumpling of the paper and…

We’re going to take a brief, 23-hour break.

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And we’re back, 3 2 1 lizard GOGOGO.

Today we’re revolving counter-clockwise on the roof. The words veer, uncounter-clockwise, encircling us. Hey quit interrupting, you red rectangles! Never mind ‘em! a gust of wind and we’re back in that spot, throwing our voices, as we do, in that self-same spot. You know the spot. Quick, get the mirror down for the swan-squirm! Ok… now we’re a GROUP. in fact we’re like, a little banned… we’re here to address one another now. Sleep, we determine, is blurry. Then, shall we speak some breathin’ languages? Shall we… bleat? Honk?

…daresay we are receding to the back wall.

It is just there… spacebar return.

It’s just… they’re…

Fade to null.

If I have any thoughts or impressions.