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| ... shhh ... hibernating ... in the womb ... listening to it tick ... The Office Bomb is not the title of the Third Chapter of the Dog And Pony Show. (Final? I'm half past caring. Sorry - for the surreal image more than the profanity - but the Dublin Castle can suck my cock. Ditto press packs, back scratch, contracts. Torch the lot of it.) It's just the title of this page. I don't have a title for DP3 yet. It goes where it goes but it's cranked up to the ceiling and ready to blow a hole in something. Name names. It's that time of year again. I've been saving some monsters for this one. I was wrong at the end of that "Big Sister" thing. Or at least this time I feel like turning the spotlight onto da Man. If Peoplesound (soon EMI) won't touch it (dunno where the 4 track sampler CD got to, sorry - probably removing everyone who doesn't sound like the Lighthouse Family) I'll kick it up the pipe onto Napster (Bertelsmann AG - Gas Mask GmbH). Whatever. And run to Brazil. Brazil. Good title for an Office Bomb film. Probably been done. Laying off the website for a while - Cable London phone bill more jaw-dropping than anything I could ever write. Hey, it's only numbers. Not free men. And they're only songs. Be seeing you. By hook or by crook. After the Fallout. ... shhh ... |
