::: dance floor’s full but everybody’s double-parked
what doesn’t make you paranoid — you probably haven’t thought about…
precise dates to be determined — but i’m a sea-sick sailor on a ship of noise… oh, wait. i mean, it’s nausea, oh nausea, & we’re gone. that is, bye bye tokyo, it’s been surreal. got a letter from davey just the other day / said living in queensland is not ok. what? take 2 (& call me in the morning). uh. all that scratching is making me itch?
collating interim score — judges’ decision will be final & no correspondence will be entered into.
bound for — botany bay? if this is april, this must be sydney. or definitely no later than may. but in any case, sydney. yeah. stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
put your hands on the wheel — let the golden age begin…
::: testing, 1-2…
