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' compressed sound'

By giggling nihilist

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. " compressed sound:" written on a piece of oiled plastic  spinning fast, tuning in, tuning in, as hysterically [iR]reverent tune out wire to the brain!   fluctuate swell of  minstrelsy   in strain of diode bliss in refrain of chorus hiss   turn the dial and regulate presssqueeze  the buttonbutton   here, there, the ninth... machine eye beam gaze  of molded frame shatter this is the substance metallic crack  of addictive   oscillation vehicle of dramatic-ly small proportions. little bits of beetles' wings fluttering en the aire.   v\ earie at the end of a long long spiraling strand of metal, a smoldering connection to artistic expression... quick! copyright your individuality     & through these annals: put it in a book,                see you in the papers. hot off the presses.         and do yourself a favor: remember the ethic, "leave no trace" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .bumba! o, be critical. i wrote this pome many, many moon ago ... but lookie here, i just found this quote: "Wax discs are frangible: a lost flake is an irretrievable snippet of   sonic memory."   -Alan Burdick, Now Hear This, Harper's Magazine (New York), Jul 2001. --neat, huh? * Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 07:49 AM PST   0 • 17 • 9

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