Oh no, here we go again, you’re all lookin that way again, huh.
Look, the thing is, just stop thinking about it all.
It really is that simple. We can stop everything by ignoring it, some of us are fantastic at this, look how well they put global issues in the back of the cupboard.
Or closet, I would get quite confused with peoples’ reactions as a child until I realised they are all liars.
Then I was fine!
How about you, how do you get by with your nearest and dearest lying to you daily? How do you tolerate it, when you do it to them?
Oh, you don’t, that’s embarrassing then, huh, lol.
But, it’s only us in here, so, being truthful, what do you think about that?
Maybe, don’t do it anymore!
See what occurs!
Imagine, when your husband turns round and says, “no, your bum doesn’t look big in that skirt,” then follows immediately with, "look, I can still fit in these trousers" with his beer gut hanging over his belt, while the estrogen he has been consuming for years in the chemical syrup based beer has caused him to grow breasts along with the trapped fluid baby.
But that’s ok, because there are two things in that brew, in that VAT, lol.
The taxing part is the choice of stimulants allowed and the ones that are not, wifebeater juice is six percent sugar and water.
Liver disease, cancer, etc., all caused mainly by consumption, of “corporate products,” it’s just how it is. Nestle own water, funny, huh, hysterical, isn’t it?
A company denies water to people by owning it.
And people own shares in the death.
A friend of mine has solved two problems with the lie of life.
The first, he has put his dilemmas to work, it seems, or you could take his outward version.
He is divorced because that’s what happens apparently around middle age, and because of his newfound single status, he has been going out partying for a few years, this has taken its toll.
I watched the ever more conflicting views slowly drive him from a beer monster into a pill popper, then he decided, it was time to admit all the problems were because he is really a woman, all this time!
When he was letting me in on his life status, I sat and listened intently, wouldn’t you? I walked the scaffold with this guy and watched him shout detestable things at women daily, he would get in trouble all the time!
Back then, people were far more ignorant than they are now.
It wasn’t even something women felt would be listened to by the two male police officers, looking at their watch and smirking, then, as they walk away, agreeing the tits were big though!
When he finished his/oops/now/her semi-explanation-come-cathartic episode, I asked if he would like a cup of tea.
He said, “yes,” when I brought it back, he said, “you don’t seem surprised at all, mate.”
It was quite funny, he hadn’t tamed the speech patterns completely, so spoke in the same manner with me, but different with others, at the club, I had seen then in the cold light of morning’s glare, a quick “hello, darling” and off, he said “mornin” to me, with the eye shadow.
So, this was an ongoing process, I presume, that’s obvious, I suppose.
It struck me as amusing at times, sorry.
He would laugh, if I did.
Especially when I did my impression of them, which is wicked good, btw, I worked for a flagrantly outward flamboyant homosexual for twenty years, so they couldn’t help but laugh, it’s funny, so near.
It’s called taking the piss, contrary to the right wing talking points, this group had a totally open sense of humor, made for some of the funniest things I’ve ever heard said, which they said, not me!
Usually sparked by my deliberate ignorance, while poking my tongue firmly in the cheek.
But no one likes a cheerful fucker in the morning (well, I don’t.) It’s the fucking morning, pissin down wiv rain, the drug of choice is in short supply in the system, and you gotta get in the system quick, the train is delayed.
Or, in her case, and anyone with her, just coming home, the drug of choice is bed, the cold morning air and age catching up, as it does us all.
Sometimes, all I got in the stupor was, "alright, son,” said exactly as crossing paths with wheel barrows on site, it made me smile, sorry, lol.
This is some years ago now, and I still know him.
There is less of him, and he is very fit, doesn’t drink beer.
He is a him now, he lives near the coast as he met a gay grey surfer, who is very in touch with nature, he is now a he, as he says he is a homosexual in the traditional sense.
No pun needed, is there, traditional, boy, did we laugh when I picked on that in the time-space-learning-continuum as he said it.
I’m just rude, so there.
I can’t help it, I’m afraid.
(smiling)
If you think it’s harmful, you’re in deep trouble personally and you need desperately to speak to someone who will be honest with you, not invested.
He is very, very happy, and that is good for an empty vessel to visit, beneficial.
To see at least some happy endings.
We prefer those, they are easy to handle, they feel nice in the pocket, not jagged like all the rest of the mess we are stirring up for ourselves.
That sticks in ya leg like a big bunch of keys.
Kangaroos know what that feels like, what am I saying, showing my age, it’s all electronic now, hold a card to a plate next to ya cell/door/hotel/room and it opens.
The open prison of our freedoms, how long have you been free, when did it start, free to do what?
Murder.
Rape.
Devise a totally shit super intrusive child brainwashing advertising campaign.
Lie to save your friends and self from the law while in a position of power.
Of course not, stupid me.
That’s agreed!
But we get bent out of shape,
I found a bent pipe in my street, laying on the floor near the park, it was made of copper, not something you expect to find in ya nice country village street, is it, or is it?
Still, all will be revealed soon.
The clever people have me cornered, so, you know what that means, if you do, you know me well.
My friends do.
For those that don’t,
That means, all the culprits have me cornered, how did they do that?
Well, it’s easy, they chased me.
Then we found ourselves in the dead end of truth.
I’m now trapped, oh no.
No where to go.
This is it!
Except,
When you think about it, I know I have been pursued diligently by a very well organised right wing Christian group, very powerful, and disgusting fanatics, except, they have very important hats and wigs and sticks and that.
Well,
They are supremely confident, talking of confidence, that has been a target for a long time, my confidence.
Amongst other things in the totally disgusting array of tactics used by these people secreted in the government.
They all know of each other, all the fanatics, they keep their secret war from the Mushrooms knocking on doors.
They are clueless.
I don’t mean to pick on the right wing, I want to cut both wings off.
We can all watch fanatics crash and burn, so there is no need for all they cause anymore, and we can, or you can, get on with the ordinary trials of life as they are hard enough.
Well, the thing is, by luck, judgement, or plain old devilment, I found myself in a main boys’ village.
And fuck me, did they come out of the woodwork.
But, they have done it a particular way, but, like all stupid old cunts, they don’t even personally understand what the word download means, so, the strategy is not up to scratch.
They are clever and know this, so, hire in the help.
Some are willing and part, some are just doing a horrible job to people that don’t deserve it, some are just bigoted, so easily used for free, the best kind.
Both sides depending on the person that’s a problem.
Now, if you have just read this, and it’s the first thing you have read, you won’t know how that was doomed with me, I dislike everyone!
(grinning)
Plus, I knew they existed, plus, plus, I hate them all.
Ahh, and I'm a very sneaky fucker!
So, let’s explain to them if they haven’t already seen what’s coming, shall we?
We should recap, cos I dun arf go on, eh!
So, I will,
They chased me into a corner of the forest they know well,
They chased me, did they plan the route, or me?
Well, we, us here, that doesn’t matter, I just wondered if they realised or if they just chased me in, supreme confidence.
I think if they did, an ice cold feeling just dropped in the belly, a feeling you’re not used to, are you? My audience are.
So, now we all know, I wasn’t chased, I did the running, what’s more, I practiced the route twice a day for years.
Can’t help grinning, I have been planning this for seven years.
While recording everything, even my farts.
Also, marking my house with agents that cannot be removed.
So, that’s all in your houses, lol.
Where would I get that?
Oh, dear, it gets worse, doesn’t it, chaps?
(Not all employees are forever green in the glen.)
Some then become turncoats, and you don’t know who, and they don’t care about their position anymore, because it will soon be untenable anywhooooo, lol.
Down it all comes, and it is not controlled.
Did you hear a bang!
Then a thud?
Mwahahahahaahahahahahaaha, ha, innit.
So, here we all are then, what ya wanna do now?
I know, silly, don’t worry, you want to fall down the waterfall into the belly of the bubbles, splash, fizz, hiss,
Open your eyes, swim up, follow the bubbles, swim, paddle as fast as you can, try an breach, like you used to, and breath deep as you fly into the daylight, oh,
We must have been down for a while, it’s dark, hold, there’s an echo..
Where are we, I can’t see a thing, I should look through my other eye, I have it somewhere, tucked behind my pride, it’s hard to get out and use, you have to move the pride, then the self loathing, and of course, you then have to clean all the disgusting thoughts of it that fell from somewhere onto it.
Yeah, that’s it, nice n clean, let’s pop it in and have a look round.
Ahh, we are underground in a pool, look, there’s a tunnel, let’s swim that way, follow me.
And no grabbing my feet and screaming, it will shit the life out of me, and then, of course, something might grab our feet, cos we woke it.
So, don’t, right!
The water is getting warmer, isn’t it, is that a light up ahead, yes, a faint orange/red glow, let’s swim that way.
My feet are touching the bottom, it’s smooth but feels funny, like it’s tickling my toes when I touch it, it’s steps, look, let’s walk up, there’s a light up ahead, outside, it looks bright, like daylight, let’s go.
Wow, it’s bright out here, what is everybody doing?
They are in a queue, what for, they are holding baskets, they are uniform, in every way.
Some of them wear what seem to be very good clothes, some are disheveled.
But they all queue.
Look, there’s a pile of baskets near that man, let’s go see what’s what.
I will do the talking, you do the walking.
“Hello, could we have one of those please,” the man bends down and gives us one each.
Let’s go join the queue like we know what to do, first me, then you.
This queue moves slowly, doesn’t it, the pile looks nice in the sun, so do the people surrounding it.
They look well in every way.
Not so in the queue, though.
Some are good, some not so.
It’s long and goes all the way to that entrance, I can’t see from here where it goes after that.
We will see when we get there, let’s talk to this woman in front.
“Hello, isn’t it hot?”
“Yes, friend, it is, but we can’t complain about such a power, can we?”
Ok, so that’s me put in my place, let’s try that again.
“No, of course not, it was just I am poorly dressed for the situation, unlike that gentlemen in front of you.”
“Gentleman,” she says, and looks puzzled,
She then says, “how do you know he is gentle, do you know him?”
Her head is tilted on an angle I dislike, she is not asking in the way I like.
She looks me up and down, I lean forward and tap the man in front of her, I ask, “how long from here,” he looks at my basket and says, “well, you are going that way round, so, another while for you.”
I nodded, and smile.
She looks at me and says, “you are not from here, are you, you are not from this land, you’re from the cold place, yes, you are new.”
I nod again, and stay quiet, I noticed the man’s basket was covered and looked quite heavy.
Two things, why is he carrying his own basket, he seems well-to-do, she does not, and yet, in the same queue?
The second is, her basket is as empty as ours, let’s keep mum and see what happens.
Let’s leave our bodies here and comeback later, I hate queues.
Winners push in, let’s be pushy later, we will slip back when it suits.
Rules mean nothing for suits.
I know, when I’m in my new suit, the waves do whatever they want and I’m along for the ride, it’s the only hand I let touch me and control my future, dead in an instant, alive as you will ever be.
We come back, let’s go sit in a tree, like kids, just you and me.
From this tree here, let’s look forward, over there, at our victims that are winners!
So, by the end of that tune, they have all made calls and shit, carefully, so not to move and trigger the trap door, they have had a satellite hover over their position, and then, the right pic was snapped of us all standing in the clearing.
It’s a good pic, the camera in question can x-ray you if needed, along with all other spectrums and some dimensions.
This piccy, is now studied as you read, if you picked up at publishing point and time.
If later, and you’re thoughtful, you will be seeing the fall0ut, if you know where to look.
In the pic, they now see, in the right spectrum, they see they all stand on, in supremeness, confidence, hat and stick in hand, chain of office proudly displayed in defense, while over a tailor-made hole.
This will be like the cartoon where the pursuer is unaware they have run off the cliff, but when they do, bye!
Now, the question should be on your mind, did he put sharpened sticks in the pits? Well, no, I didn’t.
I’ll tell you why.
I want them in a cell, where they put so many, I want them alive, I want them kept alive for as long as possible, which is what they wanted, just not quite on those terms.
Perhaps, I should tell you all about the trap door I have stood you all on now?
What ya reckon,
Nah, you knew, huh, course ya did.
Now, let’s watch closely what the professional thieves say!
What is he going to say, what way shall we sway?
They can’t stay quiet, impossible now, they must keep pace.
The thing is, their organ only has a few tunes on the paper roll, even their monkeys get tired of dancing, they see the audience dwindle, they need some kindle, quick, break the spindle, but without that, we can’t spin anymore, doesn’t matter now, we must burn it down and get out of town.
Off they will run, up into the mountains and through the thistles, that won’t work, they didn’t account for every missile, what to do, to get away from you, by now, you know all, it’s becoming clear, the rules you use to create the fear, not theirs, yours, theirs is tangible as they duck down in the speeding dirigible, quick, off to the ship, a rocket, a boat, all will take you away from your victims, they are well past the moat.
Can you hear something, it’s a woman’s voice, “come, come quick,” ooh, is this dream wet, my feet are, yours, yes, it’s that woman in the queue, she is pointing at us, saying, “come, it’s your turn, quick,”
We round the corner with her, she is looking at us with suspicion, maybe she knows we are on a mission?
Is that what we are doing, for fun and games, looking at the past to gain something for our names?
If I think that, I will drop you where you stand.
Are you a greedy pig?
Do you grab all and stuff it in your mouth, pushing the others away from the trough, do you make agreements with your compadres, how to trip others up, so you get all the luck?
Face full and ready to give a pounding, you useless fuck, the talents you all pursue will pursue you, it’s one thing in a ring or on a stage, but in the street, you will see a rage, the likes of which you have not encountered before, you will be dead on the floor, gun in hand, fading away, no, you don’t win.
No one does.
We need the whole code.
Even you, unfortunately.
So, as your numbers fall, what’s left will be the ones not so quick, the ones that can be spoken to, because the bullies are dead.
At last, the meek that put up with the tyrant, flag-waving, religious fanatic will be able to breathe, leave.
Then, it will calm, let them fight.
They will both solve the problem, they will clash in the middle of the seesaw and cease.
We will be able to breathe again.
The leaders, they are not, they are fronts, all of them, all of them.
It’s out, the bag to a level it’s never been, don’t get me wrong, to think this eventuality isn’t prepared for is just naive, but, it won’t save them.
It’s a tide.
They can kanute all they like.
In the face of the mob, all is flattened.
If you think you are going to vaccinate people yearly by law, you will find the general public are not so, generous, and generally take it to a point, take one of the books from your parapet and check the history, the real one though, eh!
Even granny is screwin now, well, especially granny, lol.
Stop nudging me, will you, what, you’re not, who is it then, oh, it’s that bloke, what does he want?
Oh, he wants our baskets, he takes mine and fills it from a faucet, it isn’t water that flows, no, it’s grain of some sort.
Thank you.
Your turn.
Heavy, 13.3 kilos.
Look, everyone is holding theirs with a cloth round the handles, some, nice ceremonial cloths, and some, rags, all do the same, protect the hand from the burden.
Ok, now what?
He looks at us puzzled, smile, you look stupid when you smile, he will think we are a bit slow on the uptake.
Yep, he’s nodding that way, look, let’s go, ahh, there’s the gent right up there, up the stairs, he is far up.
I don’t mind standing on steps as much, let’s sit down, oops, nope, that big thing up there just pointed at us and shouted something, I don’t think sitting here is, appropriate.
Stand up, what did you sit down for, you idiot. (Grin)
My back is killing me, I don’t care, I am sitting.
Here it comes, it’s walking down toward us, would you like to do the talking?
I’m in pain now, I will be too much, I will antagonise it.
What are you gonna say, it’s nearly here?
It’s pointing at us, it holds its hand flat, palm up, the fingers curl up from the end, in a motion together, it wants me to stand,
Say something, say something, I'm not moving.
Speak, why are you not speaking, it’s here now, your chance, shout, start the hassle, I will only stand for the fight.
Why don’t you speak, what are you doing, watch out, a man approaches, he is holding something, it’s one of those bags, too late, he got ya, twit, bye.
Now, I go, too.
I have not time to see, before I go with you.
Night.
Where are we, my mouth is very dry.
I feel bad, do you?
The sun is bright, but we are under a shade.
Someone gives me water, oh, thank you much.
Female hands.
Older hands than mine, looking up the branches to her face, I see this tree is kind and spreads its branches over all she can.
She has eyes that have no center, they are all dark, all over.
A door slams at the edge of this very nice courtyard, there are plants, running water, it really has turned out well, seating areas, shades, calm.
Except the bang and the clank as the man approaches in the suit.
He makes his way to us, obviously, or it would be just another day.
The woman stands and goes to meet him halfway across the yard, and they sit, she rests the chalice on her lap and talks to him, she speaks first, he seems patient, he looks in our direction as she speaks and nods agreeably to us, he smiles.
They finish talking, she looks back and smiles, gets up, and walks over to another group of people looking disoriented also.
He is now approaching, the robes and things that adorn him make a noise as he walks.
He’s here,
The sun is behind him, I can’t make his features out too well.
He bends down toward us,
His face is long, he has unusual eyes,
He looks in mine and says, "who are you, friend?”
At least that’s what it sounded like, I can’t tell you I knew the words, this doesn’t seem to matter.
I hear an echo of a strange language, he clicks with his mouth as he speaks at the end of each sentence, but the sounds of the words don’t make sense, except my voice is his, how strange, I hear my conscience speak.
My ears hear him, too.
It’s confusing, to say the least, I must concentrate now.
I’m going to try to stand, I don’t like him standing over me, it’s no way to have a first meet, is it?
I stand somewhat shakily, he actually holds out his hands, palms up.
Should I take them, yes, I surely should.
Oh, his hands are freezing, bigger than my own, by some quantity.
He pulls me up with no effort, not a crease appears on his face.
He isn’t letting go of my hands, he is smiling, but pulling them up apart, my feet are leaving the floor.
He is strong, extremely, I think I could kick him straight in the nuts from here, presuming he has some.
He is studying me, he looks up and down my limbs, lifting me higher and lower to get a closer look at my extremity.
Yes, I think I'm going to kick him in the sack.
Sorry, can’t help it, you should come on your own next time, this is the problem with traveling with me, it gets interesting quickly when caution is necessary.
I am cautious, but it seems about all the wrong things, but there you are, whatyagonnado?
Ok, he has finished and is looking me in the face, he pulls me up high, close, I can smell him, we are face to face, yep, kick time.
Oh, yeah, that connected nice, he’s dropped me.
Hate to say this, but I’m gonna run, what about you?
And, off we gooooo.
Ok, this is hat backwards, no stopping, jump no matter what time, faster.
Jump,
Run, down this street, if this was the cops, it would be time to split, but, I don’t like the look of it.
Let’s run down there, toward that market, there are lots of people, they are ignoring us as we run, this is not what happens, everyone looks at the flight, these people only glance, and then, only if we bump or push.
Down there, is anyone chasing us, no.
Why?
Let’s duck down there and go to ground, we don’t know where we are or what to do, so, let’s think, if we can.
Look, in that shed, let’s sit behind the bales and think before we are caught.
Ok, what now, what the fuck now?
I'm sure, looking at how well the city is laid out, it won’t be long before we are reacquired.
Let’s get our stories straight, what are we gonna say?
Too late, he’s there.
He doesn’t look too happy.
Some smaller men are coming round him, they have no weapons, they just tell us to stand with their hands, spose we’d better.
They further gesture to come with them, considering what I just did, I feel rather foolish, why?
Let’s go then, we have little choice, I have no relatives local.
Do you?
We walk back through the streets, no one looks at us, what on earth is going on, I don’t know about you, but this is not a first venture into nut kicking and running, and if you get caught, alllll look on the walk of shame!
Not this time!
It’s making me feel uneasy, how about you?
We are coming out of the narrow streets now and into the main thoroughfare, it’s wide and grand, everything is huge, overstated, larger than life, at least that’s my local view.
We are going back toward the pile, do you think that is our destination?
Yes, we head straight for it.
The men our size run ahead clearing people and things from a path which is turning away from the pile, we turn and there is the Nile.
A large barge waits, gang plank ready to walk, fuck, crocodiles for nutz?
Oops!
On we go, and are told to sit.
More water and now food.
I’m not bound, they should of bound me, this doesn’t make sense.
Why are we just sitting here going for a boat ride, why bother, maybe a ceremony of some sort?
Oi, lanky, what’s going on?
He looks at me and smiles broadly, his face has little feature, it is hard to bring all my prejudice up to judge.
What is he, just a big, strange man, is that all?
This would put him in charge in a violent, backward nation, but we have not been beaten, even with my extreme provocation.
We are the invaders, we snuck in.
We are false.
Don’t shake your head, you did it, too, not my fault you came along.
We are arriving, the boat turns in to a building, we float all the way in, ropes are thrown and the vessel stops.
We disembark in silence.
The smiles have left the faces now, all is sullen.
I think we may be foooked.
The walls are square and high, 30 feet high at least, men adorn them atop the whole length, we walk, the steps at the entrance of the destination are broad, broader than Broadway.
In the middle of the span stands a red thing, a slab, a tall thin slab of, well, Red.
We approach and it starts to take shape, it is a tall person in a gown, it is over there, head, bright red.
They have a head dress on underneath, it takes the shape of the shoulders and brings it up to the head, therefore disguising shape, however, in the bright sun, I can see through it as it is quite sheer.
There is a person underneath.
A woman.
She is tall, in proportion.
Bigger than the men that stand around her, but, they don’t stand close, these guards are not worried about their principal.
We walk alone up the steps toward this red shape and the men with us stop, but we keep walking with smiler here.
Funny, why didn’t we stop with the others, I thought, too, but didn’t.
We stop, in front of us, he stands, he moves to one side in a movement which bends his arm down and presents us, like a dessert on the trolley.
I'd brace yaself if I were you, what ya think?
Here we go, she walks forward along the platform which is the step she stands on.
Comes to a graceful stop in front of us,
There is a pause, a silence, nothing, my ears, have stopped working, nothing, not even my heart.
Total silence, I didn’t hear the breeze until it was gone.
She turns, my legs, they move, we are going with her and all the others stay put.
We walk slowly and calmly to a huge entrance way, it comes down into a doorway, we pass through, it’s cool and dark, flames burn either side, this is a temple.
There is a stone with steps leading up to it, it goes quite high, we walk up them and she walks around them and out of sight.
We arrive at the top and stand on the stone.
She is now in front of us in a chair, I could not leap the gap, there is no run up, the stone is glass smooth, but the gap, the gap is way too big, anyway.
Plus, my heart doesn’t seem to be in it.
Somehow.
At the moment, there is no need.
I can hear again, good, that was getting worrying.
She says something, then, I understand, after the sound.
The sound is faint, the actual sound of what I expect is her voice, was slight.
The words however are very clear once heard!?
“Who are you?”
“We are traveling from the cold land.”
That is partly true.
But is not the whole truth.
“When are you from?”
Ok, this is now going to get sticky, firstly, because I have no knowledge, and secondly, I have no explanation, we were just being, human.
Maybe being completely straight would be the best course of action, as we are clearly not in charge of the fates.
“We are from somewhere different, yes, but when in respect of here, now, I am not sure.”
(There, that was sort of honest.)
“Who are you? If I may ask?”
“You don’t know me,” she said.
“I think you may.
If you try.”
I don’t know who she is, she has way too much confidence in my abilities.
“I don’t know who you are.
Or what you are.
Because you are different, to me, as is your happy friend out there.”
She laughs.
It echos around the walls, and back.
She stands and says, “you are going back now, I have enjoyed this meeting.
As all artisans, I, love to meet my work.”
There’s that smell, that weird smell from the pile, the water that was coming out of the top.
Look down, it’s coming into the room, it’s rushing in all around, the level is rising quickly, it stinks, so bad, rotten eggs, sulphur maybe, with, blood, it smells like congealed blood, but, it’s not, its iron, a rusty iron smell is mixed in, are we to drown, she stands still in front on her pedestal, clearly higher than us, is this it, are we to just drown now?
The water rushing in, slows, starts to calm as if a gate is being shut somewhere.
Now, there is no exit, we stand on our tiny island, as does she.
An incandescence fills the room, it shimmers up the walls and over the ceiling, it surrounds us all, climbing as if alive in a circle around the walls.
She lifts her veil and there is a flash, we are back in bed, with a sore head.
There is more coming, we will go back, won’t we?
But, we must make our intentions clear, before we set out next time, if your intention is foul, it will be foul.
Don’t mess with numbers, if you don’t understand them.
Don’t download that app, it is extremely dangerous, I know a lot of you know what I'm speaking about.
If you don’t and wish to meet me in the most random of places, download it and put in ^&.
As the proxy, then you will find out, why you shouldn’t play with fire.
It’s only for the astronauts, with sea faring experience, this sea is deadly.
Random, even.
Roulette.
Keep an eye on your kids and what they download.
It’s the entrance.
See you later, alligator.
But not for a while, if you’re a crocodile.
Here is my old dog with my horse, bless her, she always brings him just in the nick of time.
Come on, Chlo, let’s go, Dave, when ya ready, old bean.