Position the phantom rigged in reflective tape.
Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil.
reception. we can't pick up the game.
I should be discontinued.
I am a broadcasting embarrasment.
Hiss like the
Decoding the transmitted pulse that dispatch from her lips.
I am not recieving a sign that says I am still here
Do you hear me?
Am I coming through at all?
Is any of this making sense?
You've got a ghost on your hands.
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.