FIRST WORDS OF NOTEBOOK July 1990:

Fax me into the groove
a telephone’s ringing
this is the ultimate hit stop

Flashing lights
zeroing hit
go back to the top

I want to do it 
un-precious with no history
you can see the past
in a child’s eyes

What is obvious
is not intent
scream at me
this is where I want to be

(K)