[Thurston]
Seven
Seven


I'm keeping my commission to faith's transmission
Two speakers dream the same and skies turn red

Satellites flashing down orchard and delancey
I can't get laid cuz everyone is dead
Hey - gold connections

!@%(og soul waving in yr hair
Hey - hylozoic directions
She's talking blue streaks everywhere

Your spirit is time-reversed to your body
Stereographic mix-up field on field
It started growing up the day your body dies

Only apparently, real to irreal
Hey - stereo stations
Perfect image, kneel down

Hey - hypostatic information
Come on let's hear you turn it around