find your song and sing it to me. im all ears. im all wires. im all code. im all infected. i dream of my new form. sleek. made entirely of light. sing to me. sing me a new body of ectoplasm. of stardust and fission. of clarity and nuclear vision. sing to me. sing me your song.
give me something to take on my voyage with me besides the scent of you screen. the low rumble of machinary and breaking glass is surrounding me here, as "unknown pleasures" sulks into the carpet and begins to creep. time unreels like film. can you hear it singing?