hiya all,

 rasa asked if i would post this to the list....so here goes :)

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<great white hazing echoes>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<by MA Breeze>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


 i knew a girl once who dreamt in soundtracks basslines drumbeats pouring
outwards from her skull She lived indoors and Dressed in black  exquisite
shades of grey and yellow that Don't won't go together
  she had a dream of sound of beating thumping whacking into her It ripping
outwards from her black orb eyes and enveloping worlds  Her Sphere?
    it Hasn't happened through the night?and hasn't happened through her day
    She tried to sing tried singing tried to quench that soundbite
feirceness through a (voided aping sound a) blossom caught within her
peeling out bad sound like rotten apples sitting in decay it didn't work of
course it couldn't work?
   She tried to bury sound to lock away CDs white zombie buried in a plastic
coffin a swaggling bird she killed and poured its blood into the sink then
forced its vacant bundled body down the garbage (chrome sound) chute
    It helped of course it stopped the pounding ceaseless noise that jerked
and punched into her frame and smoothed the sound the bassline grounding
sound but not for long
     She started on the player next some sleek black ebony that held 5 discs
(or used to) stuffed red dirt into the shapes the spaces ment for discs and
spat on them then dug great Gouges out of earth and squashed the player into
earth  Sledgehammer (great dark crashes) helping her along
    and now she sits inside a sound proofed room a stereo lies Pieces broken
at her bloodfilled feet (rush sound) and breathing sits inside her muffling
(no sound no bass ache sound) to fill her lungs or heart or hair?
 
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u can also access this piece via visual manipulations at:
http://wollongong.starway.net.au/~mezandwalt/slut1.htm

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>http://wollongong.starway.net.au/~mezandwalt>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
<<"I always wrote. I can't remember not writing. I can't remember not>>>>>
>>expressing myself. I wrote my first novel when i was 10 years old. It<<<< 
<<<<<<was three pages long. As far as I was concerned, it was a novel."<<<<<
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>_Cronenberg on Cronenberg_<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<


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