Who's on the phone? He said it was in my mind like a bean can, ear to ear. Your voice is clear but should I notice your lilt and intonation? Lend me your ears to hear your voice that is laughing in your mind.... near mine. Elevate your cellular talker to a cymbal in my timpani that you orchestrate just for the looker-seekers. Yer phone's gonna subsume in teleology to a stage higher, me, the walky-talky - me thoughts all to meself if yer wants a share dump the mobile and swallow the time/space capsule (bitter/sweet). The phone points to the truth perhaps a last physical vestige as the human snake sloughs again onwards belly-crawling in the cosmic undergrowth - no mean feat and not atall important.

Z

"NIMBY", go all the CEOs and corporal 'zecs - dump yer plant in Asia, heh! the Chinese are good for a laugh and burn those sons o' Indians, who heard of a paki lawyer?

Oh right mate, an' where's yer class war dreary deadbeat? No-one's gonna get a slice of my stash - you fer want of a slice? Die cunt.

Thar armees guard thar legacees some democracy idea crap is another lump of poppy pollen for da masses.

At risk of repeating but please sir can I have some more? What will they do now the game is up? Everyone is comfortable with the Oil Wars because almost all of us run cars, take buses, trains or planes. We weren't conned, we conned ourselves and we instigated the lining of the pockets of the rich.

No one touches the rich - I'm tired, very very tired. In the face of life's sure facts, I say so be it. It is the world's truly most major scandal - if the rich are listening, slip me 5 million and I won't need to witter on.

Hahaha

Z

Augury : ** how's it hangin'? No exit, discard the paracetamol at the door. I do my sign thing here and there and ask the witch of Delphi when to buy my new ferrari. She makes out a cheque to the girl next door with the bulging mojo. I give up and lend my ear to the blackbird self righteously filling my head with pinko notions. I could almost resist the do that way/be that number Nick's lottery trick which is the cheapest trip in my tricks. Almost got to be courtin' that happy clappy shit. It's got to be the symbols that present the highest board I use to catapult ole Nick into the fire of hell. Big as an eerie which cascades freshly among the mental sinews consisting of real emotions that people who are not authentic do not know and understand. Back to counting beads for me and making sarnies for Delphic liars without a shred of credibility.

Z

They seek him here, they seek him there and must reveal him at all costs and expose him before his peers "TEAR DOWN THE WALL". My tiny pink friend the urk. I saw him some time ago, kind of glimpsed him, as we all do now and then. He's not fast, he's not quick, he's here to day gone tomorrow, the urk is a fundamental dyed in the wool dot to dot many dimensional ground. Never to put too fine a point on it, the urk is particularly coy about his nature, an urk about its business so to speak. It is totally of every ding and the core of every dong sits aloft like time gone mad while the weather drifts busily by. Never conceal your urk, give it a good long rein for it can utterly take the world show for a ride. See saw see. Hrrrmmphh.

Z