transmission
god
all
the
animals
laying
trail
beyond
the
bough
winds
mild
the
reflecting
electricity
eyes
...
tears
,
the
life
that
was
ours
grows
sharper
and
stronger
away
and
beyond
short
wheeling -
fresh
spring
gripped
with
blanched
bones
- moaned
magnesium,
proverbs
and
sobs...
howling
the
pack
in
formation
appears
diamonds
and
clubs
,
light
misted
fog
,
the
dead
waving
us
back
in
formation
,
the
pack
in
formation
...
011101
...
birdmad
We
would
go
on
as
though
nothing
was
wrong
And
hide
from
these
days
-
we
remained
all
alone
Staying
in
the
same
place
,
staying
out
the
time
Touching
from
a
distance
,
further
all
the
time
joy_division
011101
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from