Come’ on sweet, we are taking the Personality for a walk. See it reach so high! Watch it bury its bone in that bushy little shrub!

Oh doesn’t it quite remind you of those dizzy Personalities at our local so high on their self love. I love our smashing little Personality. When it grows up we know how sweetly its little voice will rise and fall and shriek when it must, or force itself to capitalise on some laughter, to push its limit out to all its friends and family. We love our Personalities when they show themselves off at work or in the pub, we put to shame the quiet little wallflowers and scarcely pay attention to the shabby types. Oh God, I am up high (can they see me?). Wow I’m so alive, so wonderful, I feel like a shining icon snugly fitting in. That was a good one – look at what the poor shabby souls miss out on in life. Are they really alive at all?

Z

P.O.E.T.S

Freaky Fridays, my piss-off days. You are my bad luck hoodoo queen, sphinxish end of die Woche. I curse badly the bringers of devilish connivances to my mooching quite nicely get along day. YOU! Set and your wheel-of-fortune buddies, this path is crossing yours again quite soon and, for a day, life is trash and cursing of your metaphysical tit for tat. I got to the shop, a penny short, make a phone call (out of credit), get online (been cut off), phone the missus for cash (been cut off), need a drink, 25p short of a can of the cheapest rotgut. No - this is not Friday, skintness is quite a different gameplay. Fridays are monstrously, scarily overpowering with no clue about how bad your luck is going to get. I wonder if by cursing the god-idea, I have to opt for the astrology/assyrian gameplan. What a fucking choice - cheers!

Z

Stop being frightened.
True these hard and bruising days.
To the faithless, no hope, to the faithful, lies.
Brave warrior, witch and warlock, hold faith with your nature.
The liars are covering their tracks - they fear us they fear being hunted they fear losing.
I trust no one I am buried deep within my flickering stroboscopic heart.
I sometimes get the feeling I am not alone in this.
I know there are those who believe they are many and safe in a mass of belief.
Sometimes I think they are going to die in mass falsehood.
I cannot expect to live or be righteous.
They are the righteous and I feel that righteousness might be false also.
I cannot be right for that way lies the lies of all and I do not condemn or condone.
I am grit and despair and hopeless camaraderie of brave people.

Z

I verge absolutely on madness, paranoid almost half my time and totally zan zan zany the other half. Hey all you armchair marxists, anarchists - lets get down to Traf Sq and add to the fucked up mess that is materialist ideology! Yep - demonstrate against world capitalism and hopefully hurry it up to its grave across the Atlantic. Islamists say that no-one innocent died in 9/11 - all benefited from materialism and other crimes against humanity. If I were not such a prick perhaps a few of us could help hurry capitalism along. Of course we can't despatch her, but we can dance in her tomb as she is laid out at the chapel of rest. There we can rejoice in the vision of partying behind the hearse that carries her putrid remains to the graveyard of past civilisations. Bye bye white supremacy - can we espy the rising now of the nations of Africa and Asia? I follow only the passing days and stand truly amazed at what I hope I behold....at some future date.

Z