TURN ME ON TO PHANTOMS

[                                 ]END THE FLOOD [                      ]

[          ] they used to

                                picture [                 ] 

it, [                                                          ] your parents. now they

[                                      …                                      ]

[  ] cling  to  dead tongues, [                                                 ] reaching

for something [                 ] you were not

[        ].  [                              ] you [             ]

[            ] used to be [                ]

new, [                                                                  ] unfamiliar:

                                   but burnt by the fire of 

[                                         ]

the small hours of the morning you [             ] grew monstrous and

[              ] 

                   [                                                                ]

                                                                                        [                  ]

    there. [            ] in the shadows, panning 

                            the waters of the lethe,

[               ] a truncation      occurred.

the very air [                           ] should lament, [            ] should mourn.

he was this self-invented alien, a prophet, a demi-god fallen to earth:

or maybe some kind of spirit? I can't remember.

    RH: Yet.

    DB: Yet.

the time delay makes this difficult, but I’ll try.

    this is a h o r r o r s t o r y.

if you decide it's a love story, as these affairs generally are,

[you mass-hysterical audience,] I think it'll probably...

No, no. no. no. I can't think. I can't think. am I coming back?  

why am I coming back?

     RH: Does he know...

     DB: He's very bright.

     RH: Does he know who you...

[we'll come back to you in about two minutes' time. stay tuned.]

Can you remember those days? We were friends. We were

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Okay. Okay. 

[casts around for an answer]

once upon a time, two satellites were glittering across half the world, while I was

sitting in a basement, under total direction of their...

...your...

I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. I can't link those two parts. 

But there are already, seeping through it, physical manifestations -- from the glitter --

a happy ending // new songs // eyes / eyes / eyes / night / eyes / night / eyes and

therefore you’re not like a girl or a boy you’re a song just like his. a memory just like his.

static over a satellite connection in Rome like a fallen city like a king like a 

[station break]

you know the last thing that she was in you know you know you know you you you you you you you

[station break]

Are you there, reader?

at a distance of x-thousand years?

It's odd, isn't it? the lack of time. It's the lack of time.

my Book still lives with you?

it was a small... but something important to you. me. I hope

     DB: No. I...

     RH: ... pray?

     DB: Yes, of course.