Episode 5

Fuck you and the office chair you rolled in on, you and your fucki...

Oh, hello, it’s you, what you sayin today, then?

Different from yesterday, or same old shit?

Did you see the guru dance, copy cat, copy cat, what do ya fink ya lookin at, well, it’s painful to watch, for us, now I suspect, you, too.

But don’t worry, soon you won’t have to anymore, there is going to be a breakthrough, a break through the signal, won’t give you headaches, it will help with them, it’s a pirate broadcast, officials lurve those, the DTI are on the starting blocks, they have their detectors in hand to find the microwave bounce, hidden in trees all over the estate, they will throw a cordon around, a ring to represent the ring of the official (take that either way, lol) because they must catch any culprit. Culprit of what, exactly? If you chase a thing and catch it, then you have to admit there is a thing!

If I write in blocks, it’s hard for sentence skippers to whizz through for the boss, the algorhythm sees all, I don’t mind that, it’s still trying to bend into a noble state, the contortions of the lies take a toll.

Meanwhile, most will shop in Stepford.

But, back to this..

If you pay attention, you will get a headache.

But, this will end up saving your arse.

If you have a headache, at least you know you’re not functioning as an optimum unit, you’re in malfunction, so will not be included.

I suppose it depends on your point of view, where you stand, from the lofty heights or lowest depths of depravity.

Talking of depravity, let’s slip back between the sheets, shall we, just as an example of your new media training, I meant the sheets of paper where the rules and chants are written, what sheets were you thinking of?

So, yeah, back to depravity,

Like documents of ownership, the rule makers seem to fair well in the time machine of lies, they always get the write word in the last sentence that unfortunately makes all the difference.

The difference is you, your perception of time is relative, someone said something along those lines once, you may have heard, but I talk of your relatives and the way time hurts them in the documented history of finance and self awareness.

We are told the deed of ownership is the proof, but then it must go to the last true owner!

If it was taken by means unfair, might, not right, as we now know right from wrong, or profess to do so, publicly, then we should reparate all lands and known mineral rights back to the owner, then the owner"ship" will right itself the right way up, all shipshape and Bristol fashion, as we are all gentlemen!

Ooohh, did I see a colonial glimpse, a grab for the metaphorical enfield, ready to slide the bolt with the downward brows??

If you have know idea what I just said, GOOD!

Carry on reading, you really need to.

You see, it’s observantly easy to be the thing, but then to do it, is extremely painful, the power is in the pain of honesty.. They have none, they also tried to extinguish any that did, but failed, not dismally, they nearly did it, but didn’t, so, now they can’t get it back in the box,

Because to do so, draws attention to the box, doesn’t it?

The box, I like boxes, they are designed to be escaped, and humans are natural, they will change shape, adapt in any way, shape, or form.

It’s only natural.

Recently, I was in the shed, tinkering. There is a mouse somewhere in there, when I sit quiet for too long, I hear it. The other day, I watched it squeeze under a crowbar to get round without being noticed. It near enough popped its own eyeball out trying to squeeze under it, but it did it, it stunned itself, it stood still doing the face rub they do for ages, at which point, I could have grabbed it easily, as could anything else watching, so, what was the fucking point!?

I played the scene back, many times, as I did, I remember its tail pointing up as it squeezed under. Upon considering everything, that seemed to stick up, as well!

When I was in the shed the next day, I went to look where it had been. The crowbar has a toothed end, two prongs which stick out and spread. I looked, and right where it curved, I could see frantic scraping marks as though little legs and feet were desperately raging against something. I thought, yes, to squeeze through, but then noticed no dust between the teeth of the jaws of the bar, dusty all over except for the scrambling, and this place.

I realised what happened instantly, as you do with a truth, in logic.

It was caught by the tail, it was squeezing through to avoid the light, which was on. This was, I presume, a painful but calculated maneuver, then, its tail got caught, and as she tried to pull and scramble, she just wedged ever further into the jaws, with her own effort, she must have nearly ripped her tail off and squished her brain and eye sooooo bad. I saw, I thought, that’s gonna pop out in a mo, at the time I watched.

As I looked at the tiny scene, now with no one but scratches left, I thought back to the moment.

I got up to watch more closely, she saw me coming, but carried on struggling. I say she, because further to my investigation into it later, I found a nest, it contained her and several little mice.

As I uncovered her and looked, she froze, the kids didn’t, lol, I just covered her up and put them in a tin with the lid open. They fucking chew everything and she was near the bloody surfboards.

I, of course, now realise why the struggle, with no mind to me at the point I approached.

Resolve.

We are here with people.

Boxes are not going to work, the lies will get out, as with all criminals. When one goes down and attempts to save themselves or their family from their deeds, they will tell all, and so on.

This is and has been happening for some time now, during the lockdown, me and King Fred were discussing the amount of roadworks that were being done during the lockdown on the junctions that have been falling apart for years but could not be shut because they were an artery and too busy. This led to much damage and claim, so, while the lockdown happened, quite sensibly to keep one aspect of the society at work and to take advantage of zero traffic, they got to it in a way that many noticed.

Well, they didn’t just get to it with the roads, they got to it with the highwaymen, too.

It’s to catch a highwayman when all they can do is go to ground and wait for the quarry to return.

But not all robbers are equal, as the street knows, some hid in the trees of Sherwood.

Waiting to descend another day.

Sheriff.

Only to return in such a manner to be too conspicuous to point at. If you do, I will point out you have no clothes on, you pussball, k.?

Fuck you on the 322, I’m now going to talk about you openly.

I have an unpopular way of pointing out shit about me and others while in the room, it’s excruciating at times, lol.

Not for me, I don’t seem to care until later, when I think about it.

Then I should point out that is care in my head, but maybe not yours.

Here is a truth,

People have had the bottom of the rope they were escaping down set on fire, this makes you frantic, anyone that offers you a hand from anywhere in the darkness, you will grab it.

Fanatically.

Heres another,

Fanatical people are obviously the most caring.

Just not how you want, they believe totally wholeheartedly in complete fabrications written aeons ago, then adjusted and rewritten to suit as people were came upon, all to cause and keep a division.

Think how bent about something you have to be to do what some arsehole who isn’t going to do it says..

How, who did you lose?

Who cares how, that really doesn’t matter at this stage, does it?

They are on all sides and we must all take care of the ones in our understanding, as we only know what is acceptable as right from wrong in our own cultures, all do, it’s the books of evil that keep you devolved.

The hierarchy do all they can to show the faith whichever one, they know nothing of faith other than to use it.

The politicians step in and out as it suits the suit.

As do all the pussballs that profit.

What would you commit a violent act for?

Anything?

Have a good think about that, be honest with yourself.

Now, let’s look at the Trumpo supporters that no longer do. Does this tell you something about the loyalty and where it really is?

If it doesn’t, then I won’t tell you, you can find out on your own, that’s the only way.

Those that did get what I said will not begrudge you the moment of ignorance.

Do you see what the likes of Tucker and the crew have turned you into, do you see, take a step back from the mirror before you leave the house to go to the rally, or the revival, or whatever, really, that’s you, is it?

Do you not see how completely cartoonishly foolish you look?

If you are sure you are ok, take a video of yourself, face on, at the event, when you are screaming and shouting, then play it back later in church on the altar.

Play it to your grandchild.

Write the words you scream in sputum on the book of choice.

Let’s look down the road, the frog and anphibinode, toad..

Words, sounds and pictures, it’s all we still have, nothing more, unless you found a way to plug in your brain, so far, the only successful attempts at that I have seen have been with the psychodelicacy.

Let’s play the game for a bit, I can start with an excision of the many, but are actually the few.

The scared vacuous few, that often tell you what you should do, move forward, go in, while they stand outside, outside of the line that gets you in, but not them, so they can achieve goals, some of which include being arrested and charged and ruining your life!

While they survive directing human traffic..

Let me not talk shite like the rest, oh, erm, that’s impossible, ok.

One moment,

Well, that’s it, isn’t it? Maybe you should come with me, I should not stop typing, should I (I’m not typing.) Well, I am, but I don’t touch the keyboard, it does it for me.

This makes it easy, I will close my eyes and take you in my mind to go down the stairs,

Come on, it’s dark and dry, I don’t know why, but we must descend, it’s the first in the properganda, to start the process of running water, giving no quarter, I annoy myself by speaking in rhyme, it starts me laughing at the subject matter, you need to laugh as we descend, you can hear the thump now.

Let’s get this big key, let’s hold it, you and me, put it in the lock, it is a phallic symbol, to control your chastity, maybe just a cock.

Lol.

Hold this torch, it has batteries, there’s no need for ignition, blast off, we just need to see, opening the door, we are presented with a choice, we can ascend the stairs where a warm light glows from above, so bright that in the end, we can’t see anything, but strangely, it does not cause pain.

Or, we have a set of stairs descending down into the dark, we can see the beam shine down, offering sparse illumination, the light it gives is similar to the full moon, it can deprive you of part of a sense, your distinction will be off in the spectrum.

Where shall we go, up or down?

Where would be good, easy, all facets to yourself are quenched, all answers given, so bright, no need for light.

What would be hard, children, lol, (having trouble keeping a straight face here) down in the deep dark, only half your wits working and the other half on guard!

Ok, get the piccy, that the feeble read..

Down we are going, they are my stairs, and the first time I went down, I met another me, you are going to,

Come, let’s stop talking shite and get going.

These stairs are not normal stairs, we are in the back of my mind, they look like stairs, but in order to descend them, we must think of a subject, we need to distract him,

If we don’t, he will slowly wheedle his way into your mind, round the back of your eye, I don’t know how or why..

So, we tell him a story, he knows we will do it, he doesn’t want to bite, as much as he enjoys it, he enjoys company more.

Lonely place, where he sits, right about all, including you.

So, we are allowed to distract him, it’s the game we play, it’s needed.

He is the one that can give you one hand and take the other.

You won’t notice either, in fact, the more of a salesman you are, the easier he will see.

Does this imply foreboding, hmm.

Then I have done it wrong,

You should not come with me if you are a despicable type, that knows you are, you best stay where you are.

I mean nothing by it, in fact, the fact you are that honest with yourself is a start, isn’t it? Good luck with that.

I mean that whole heartedly, keep thinking.

Thank you.

Now, the rest, that think they are the best, you should stop that for a start, you will be dipped in a sauce and consumed in an instant.

An amuse buche.

Please, if you are a woman, you will be fine, or if you denounce violence in thought and deed.

If you are young, you will not be considered anything but welcome.

(Plus, you will love what he does to the most pompous of adults, it will be a treat for you.)

(Actually, when thinking about it, it will probably be a treat for all of you.)

(There are people reading that have seen him out in public, btw, on film, too, lol.)

Ok, look, the stairs wind down, as they do, the torch will dim, pay no mind to this, it is a tactic, to warn the innocent to turn back, there is no need for them to continue, it’s in the noun.

Then, there are the intrepid, they will continue with us for a bit.

Then the thump will get them.

I know it will because it will continue until it does, we will continue down the staircase, winding round and round the steps, almost non-existent, at the inside edge, it winds so sharply, soon, it will seem as though we turn one whole turn with every third step, as our foot lands now so monotonously, it almost matches time with the thump of the door, and our..

The intrepid leave now soon..

The light goes out, there is the door, it’s thick and heavy as you would expect in such a situation, let’s not disappoint..

Bang! The door jumps forward on its hinges, nearly breaking them off, and now we see there is no lock, just a feather wedged in the right place to occupy the best space to keep a huge bolt in place.

BANG!

“Welcome,

What argument do have for me to speak of, I like to talk to you, you know that, you have been told, I won’t scold, but what your host didn’t tell you is, he might bore you to death, that is the real danger hiding in his manger.”

“Shh, let me speak, he knows me well, and doesn’t care at all for me, I taste foul and tepid, no flesh, no meat for him, you however, had best not be succulent, I will go first.”

“Good evening,”

“I have a dilemma for you, we would like your help with, we would like your unbridled help.”

“No.

You want me to mouth the words you can’t because you are afraid to offend.

But, proceed.”

“Thank you.”

“We have the dilemma of the disease in our midst, we want to know, should we take the vaccine or not?”

It stands, and walks forward.

...

“You know the answer to this, you all do, you are all aware that the problem is you.

Desire and need, right down to your friend in the corner there..

Come out, where I can see you, I mean you no harm whatsoever.”

...

(Er, yeah, stay right where you are and say nothing.)

(He does mean that, btw, he likes to see what the sounds he makes do to you, that’s all, he does this to stop himself from needing more truth from you, the truth he used to get when you were pinned on the floor, having spoken out of turn.)

(He can also see what we see, so sees all we say, but he will ignore it, to be fair.)

(Crazytown, remember!)

(Oh, I should say, he has an advantage over me, he hears you lot reading.)

(So, the text will change each time you do, I don’t have a clue how that happens, but it does.)

“Can we continue?”

“Please do.”

“What do you mean we know the answer?”

It moves forward more and the chains clank, lol.

As it does, I should say, or make some explanation of what I see, sometimes others do, too, if they piss it off!

It’s me, but not, much more decisive, abrupt, quick, with no care,

The face is cold and stares, then, is warm and friendly, but always, something.

The face goes from stern to calm. I don’t like that, especially here, because I know this part will tell all, may embarrass me in front of everyone, with the truth in deep.

He knows all, of course, no hiding, no bullshit, will work, not even the best-est of the best, most shiny-est shite of all, won’t cut fuck with this guy. I have tried to burn him many times.

He always forgave me, having burnt many, so knows how it feels.

But, back to the matter at hand.

....

He smiles

“Let’s take you, as you so stupidly offered yourself up knowing I would not be able to resist this wonderful chance of showing the problem incarnate!

Well done you, you fucking good boy, just for Doreen!

So,

To horse,

You know you can surmise things from the ether, you are totally shit at it, but better than most, admittedly, that’s all you get by way of admission of any extra activity.

With the help of the hopeless pair of idiots you have in tow, you are able to put together something, by way of a cobbled description.

We can use that,”

Smirks, and continues talking and smirking.

“You have said that the disease is clearly manmade.

You have said that it was a mistake, that it got out.

You have also said that it got out due to lack of funding.

Looking in your little bag you hide behind your back now because you are unsure, give me it, now.

Yes, let’s see, in here we have the fact that you are not sure about this all in here, well, I will pick the bones apart for you.

You had a look around the way we do, when we don’t argue, and you wish friendship and balance, when we do that, you see what I see, I am much assured of my realm.

You are compliant because you sleep,

I am under no restraint,

We will come back to that tender revelation later, won’t we?

You looked in the hole, and saw the doctor, the doctor that left, because he didn’t want to be involved.

He didn’t want to be involved because it was poorly funded, but inside his later dreams, he admitted he knew it was underfunded for a reason, this was the true menace for him, deep.

That was that, then the mistakes made by error because of ignorance to the task given led to the escape.

You worry about one thing, don’t you?

Was it deliberate?

Will this make such a difference to you, does it matter now?

In come thoughts now of squares and tanks, no Tom Hanks.

Too many old people, starting to look for a steeple.

Who knows, you don’t, will you ever?

The reaction was ridiculous to all who understood.

It was a false reaction, littered with holes, like the masks that stop sputum, when someone sneezes, they work to stop outbursts all over hand rails and food, this is obvious.

But, they stop no airborne particulates, that’s nonsense, on a sealed jet, there is no protection, none.

They all flew, then some stopped.

Now, let’s slip to the pilot’s mother, she had two boys, both very good ones, they learned well, did all the right things, and she was so pleased they had made it away from the prison of home.

She dreamt of the lies and where they led, she dreamt of the truth, why the jets flew someways and not others..

You yourself were at the airport trying to leave and you had firsthand truth yourself.

Insurance would not cover the UK resident abroad, to get you back, that’s why you could not fly.

You know that.

You checked yourself with the Swiss, they told you the truth, on the phone, no dream needed.

So, it is the lie as first told, now, all have doubts, even the ones shouting to stay home.

They shout for different reasons, now.

They shout because the police have absolutely no chance of quelling the people.

They were seen to run, had to, their own hearts are not in the lie.

So, they ran, they would not of run if it was protecting someone, on their own, they would, many of them died right there, kicked to death defending one against many for any reason, but, they could only run now, smashed, like they’re moral at that point.

The horses at both points in both places.

The buffoon, taking the flack, when everyone and the dolphins know who is in control.

What they use to control you with, money and violence.

What are you asking me, exactly?”

“I think we should comeback, is what I think.”

Looking at shape of the being behind me.

“For now.”

“Very well, be sure come back and see us, won’t you?”

He slips back in the dark,

We shut the door and retreat up the stairs, to see the exit, and the pillow.

Don’t get up, though, not on my account.

Stay there, we have another place to go, why not, we are here.

Let’s go back to sleep, and slide down the slope, that’s a big slope to slide down,

Hang on, this looks familiar, it’s very bright and hot, so hot we can hardly touch it, it looks like a slide, let’s wait for our eyes to get used to the sun. Wow, it’s bright.

Warm water flows over our hands and feet as we sit on them on the steep slope, it’s getting hard to fight the water as our fingers absorb the fluid and lose their grip because of that.

We are going to slip, that is for sure, hang on as long as you can so we can see where we are going to slip to.

I’m slipping, but my eyes are getting there, we are on the side of a huge slope, yeah, we are back, aren’t we, sliding down the side of it. It’s now so smooth, the water flows over the whole thing, it comes from behind us at the top, it spouts out high with force, but is bright. Is it the sun shining through it, or is it the water itself? Is it water, it’s slightly red.

Warm, not hot, now.

We are starting pick up speed now, wow, we are going fast, lay down, elon gate yourself, slide just so, stay straight, don’t deviate.

Spashdown!

And we are five by five, back in the hive!

Yay, we made it,

Well, at least it’s not deep, even if it does stink.

All my lovely white angel clothes have gone all pink, must be the result of the red hew in the liquid.

Ooh, ducky, I like!

Lol.

Hold on, look who this way comes, act natural.

Say nothing,

They are pointing a pinecone thing at us, what the fuck is that about?

Stand up, do as they say, they look rather scary in those skins.

Ok, we are going this way, ouch, what was that?

That fucker scratched me with his pinecone looking thing, he is dipping it in the stars and is going to scratch you, don’t, do that, I’m thinking, I’m also thinking I’m going to pass out, bye..

Thump, thump, thump.

I am opening my eyes, you should, too, oh, you can’t see, they have a blindfold on us, no, not a blindfold, a hat, a helmet, of sorts. We are sitting on the floor with our arms outstretched, both sides of us, a width of an arm apart.

Thump, thump.

Are we in a machine room?

Big things move up and down a slope. Yes, I can see a huge weight moving up and down inside a tunnel, a big tunnel, the tunnel is sloped.

Can you see through your helmet, can you see through it?!

No, maybe not. I can, I will describe what I'm seeing, it must be your helmet as I can see quite well this time.

As the weight slides up and down, it hits the bottom with a thump.

It goes right down the spine and up again, in one go, like the thump has two sounds, one descends and takes you down low, bends your head down with pressure, then, the other pulls you up like a puppet on strings, but it is one sound.

As it flies up the guides, it passes things, they look alight alive, like precious stones of immense size, yes they are.

They are everywhere, all over, they make chains and patterns all over the ceiling and walls. As the thump hits, they light and move, almost.

It shuttles past many of these things, how many can I count, yes, nine on one side, nine on the other, as the ascend.

Wait, the jewels are not just there, they are on something moving, something is moving that they sit on.

Each place they inhabit is a section. In this section, is the movement, there is a flash of some sort as the shuttle passes each one each time.

As it does, I can see there is something in the indentations,

It’s a person!

In a suit of some sort. They are moving something as the machine picks them with its mechanism by flying past each one.

They seem in time in some way. The lights are coming up, I can see better.

Something approaches us,

It’s the two that brought us here, they are holding a small bag.

In the other is the strange seed or plant bud.

It drips, as if just dipped somewhere.

They speak, I do not understand.

But, yes I do, they say they are awake.

They just put the tip of the flower against the scratch from the previous wound.

I immediately cannot continue, sorry, see you soon.

Someone is coming, up some steps, slowly. It’s one of the figures from the alcoves.

They are dressed in some metallic clothes, it holds a great staff covered in jewels, they are huge, it is huge.

Look, can you feel that, like somethings pulling, on your, well, your bum, or bottom of your back? Yes, I can’t seem to get free, pull, it hurts now, what is happening? Snap! Are we free? Yes, something seemed like it had our tail, if we had one, how funny.

What shall we do now?

Oh, phone, saved by the bell.

Slater.