send me a sound to go with your white horse
okay
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ohh thats nice
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its getting louder
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(doubled tripled and quadroupled)
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are your knees getting sore
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I'm not touching them
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(no one knows but us)
can you see me
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no
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can you see me?
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no
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sounds like superballs
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how many?
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twenty-five hundred hundred hundred
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hundred hundred hundred
(text taken from an eavesdropped conversation overheard
in the open studio at Struts in Sackville New Brunswick
between two boys talking about an imaginary horse in
thought-shapes through a thick wall.)
note* Where the conversation took place is unknown.
ps* 2500 superballs were dropped from a tall building
in Halifax Nova Scotia 17 days prior.