roland used to carry this dictaphone around with him everywhere
and record snippets of people's conversations with it.
sometimes just a word or two.
the plan was to listen back when the tape had finished,
and hear this highly artistic concept recording.
and one day, the tape finshed, and the time had come.
roland organised an opening at the gallery,
brought in bubbles and things to nibble on,
and had posters printed and put up all over town.
of course it sounded like shit
but by that time we were all so drunk that nobody cared.
best night out we'd had in ages.
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