tom, guitar rock scaffolding, rivet panes of glass hanging off this structure. beams creak under the stress. the violet sky between the riot of falling girder above head. The collapse is co ordinated by a devious mind as groov as America as deep as China. Tom. laughing like a wizard with a six string knife, booming and cruntly. transistor schizophrenic. twisted poly-pulse. biting his lip as he looks down upon all his damage - gleefuly rawls in the mess, throwing it all up in the air and listening to it land and sound out in the red aired evening haze.