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The pilot took a tab of acid in the control room and reclined back in his chair, mouth open
It was his birthday
A fly buzzed through....zzzz....
It was twilight April 20th on the nut farm
and we had one reel of tape left
The rhythm section was in stasis
As was the still & purple desert night
The door open a crack, a slice, a breach, a fissure
Unmasking a landscape of dust
Mr. Elevator and I set up a cockpit with synthesizers and keyboards galore and fried out two improvised long jam sandwiches
They are here on gluten-free wax for your holiday pleasure
Oh shit, here comes the cat
Recommended for:
Driving into a nuclear blizzard
Slo-mo airport human hunting
Staring at the ceiling(s)
Living through today and what comes next
Healing pod time-kill
Cloud lifting
For fans of
Zanov
Syrinx
Bruce Haack
Bleeps bloops
& Neo-maxi zoom dweebies
Better luck next year Earth!
Love,
OSEES
