[Thurston]    Seven    seven       I'm keeping my commision to faith's transmission    two speakers dream the same and skies turn red    satellite flashing down orchard and delancey    i can't get laid cause everyone is dead    hey! gold connections    analog soul waving in your hair    hey! hylozoic directions    she's talking blue streaks everywhere    your spirit is time-reversed to your body    stereographic mix-up field on field    it started growing up the day your body dies    only apparently, real to irreal    hey! stereo stations    perfect image, kneel down    hey! hypostatic information    come on let's hear you turn it around