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Emergency Broadcast Syndrome (Bonus Track) - text

Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.
Situated like a makeshift antenna,
grinning like tinfoil.
We're losing reception,
we can't pick up the game.
I should be discontinued.
I am a broadcasting embarrassment.
Hiss like the damned.
Decoding the transmitted pulse
that dispatch from her lips.
I am not receiving a sign that says
i am still here anymore.
Do you hear me?
Am i coming through at all?
Is any of this making sense?
You've got a ghost on your hands.
A televisual image only partially clear.
Scrambled phantom
(I wish we'd all just stop talking at once).
Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap we're on.
You should have lost your cool.

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