I can see it now, a silhouette appears 
from the darkness. Teeth the colour of nicotine, grasping a smoking dog 
end , are exposed within a half grin half sneer. The yellowing white 
hair of the mail order college doctor peers over the rusty chrome of the
 surgical lance. Primed to free you of the undisciplined growth on your 
brain.  
“No anaesthetic needed 
Nurse”,said the doc, between deep sniffs of his chloroform impregnated handkerchief,”I doubt he’ll feel  a thing”.
Then,
 swilling  the appliance around a dirty toilet bowl for sterilisation, 
he made the incision through the eye and entered the infected organ.
Now
 we wake up screaming; it was all a classic Doctor Anxiety dream, and 
the soundtrack was provided by Minoy’s 1985 C-60 “Doctor in a Dark 
Room”. The logical conclusion of this dream is you end up locked in a 
permanent vegetative state and are sexually abused by the ward orderly 
every night.” In hospital no-one hears you scream”! Side one is the 
noise of  a meat factory, with skull drilling trepanning sounds, and 
mechanical bone saws splintering femurs for unnecessary amputations.
Side
 2, “Babel”, is the sound of a mind after an incompetent brain procedure
 gone wrong. Like a cheap radio tuned into every station at once. Maybe 
because it is the sound of multi-layered  recordings of short wave radio
 transmissions, mixed together into a thick steamy electronic broth that’s very bad for your health.
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2 comments:
YAY! After a week of silence, more... oh no Minoy! ah well...
Theres a lot more where this came from Veronika!
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