[Thurston]    flipped on my perceptive cogs    checked in with the future gods    for melodies of bees and hogs    start my day the perfect way       burned a batch of mazzy funk    poor girl noise and choke style punk    clapped it on and off i slunk    to the streamXsonik subway       first i need my iris scanned    as i smell the breeze of electric tin    w/ purple lights i'm motioned in    wink the gain to minus 10       fell asleep and missed my stop    got rousted by a low-beam cop    got a ticket-patch for ilicit flop    then froze me with his jesus gun       that don't mean i'm shot down yet    the glow below of the whisper jet    it all means so much to us    we dream below the rainbows rust       clippen on my streetmatik clogs    pushed thru the hyped-out fervent fogs    found my way with sensoid jogs    new radio structure       state my name and locus frame    paid the price for crashing fame    the apprentice sparks his initial flame    the printout says "further"       antique minds with rivered hair    streamXsonik subway fare    stay in touch with electric dear    our lightmap eyes together