Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape. Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil. Were losing reception. we cant pick up the game. I should be discontinued. I am a broadcasting embarrasment. Hiss like the damned. Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips. I am not recieving 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? Youve got a ghost on your hands. A televisual image only partially clear. Scrambled phantom I wish wed all just stop talking at once. Spitting and cursing from the scrapheap were on. You should have lost your cool.
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