pages 47 and 48
...signal made sense or until it was decided that the combined thoughts of the human race didn't amount to a whole hill of beans.
On earth they tracked they wondered they worried
What are the rules of intersection Do you constantly take the same path waiting other to inttersect you or do you actively seek intersection constantly changing your route in the hope of finding new points of intersection.
"the Glory days are here again" old red screamed, taking another hit of moonshine, "mighty powerful that" he smacked his lips in mock delight. I was rather...
pages 45 and 46
... in mind for planet earth. They orbited each time scanning the surface picking up thoughts.
They were scanning the human brain not one brain but the whole human race. The mass mind did exist somehow everyone's thoughts merged into one signal.
The boys compiters picked up the signal it was not logical signal jumped from thought to though an insane random pattern of language and subject no one overall theme. Thats what appeared to the casual but the boys were not casual observers they had time and plenty of it.
They were in it for the long haul they would be here until the...
pages 43 and 44
... of course they were safe in outerspace. A plan had hatched yeasr ago had come to fruition, they had made it "Stage one complete". "Signal London tell him we are ready to start stage 2" "ok".
They started hurrying around doing tasks with liquid fluidity. These boys for they were all under 15 worked as one well run machine, each knowing what to do, who needed help, their were no questions.
How had the boys got here what was their story boys in outer soace what did their future hold, what did they have...
pages 41 and 42
...why they were here. Back on the ground. "Somethings up there","Someone's got something up there" it was the radar operator at Houston. Somehow someone had slipped a spaceship into orbit and no one knew how.
"Any ideas where it was launched from" "Just backtracking from current trajectory" a pregnant pause "It came from London"
The boys were floating in orbit "We've been spotted" "never mind can't reach us out here, wouldnt risk it we might not burn up we might crash into on of their cities" They all felt calm, he was right...
pages 39 and 40
... your face, what a crazy old doctor.
How to reuse the intersection what switches were thrown to produce that outcome, how can I see her again and satisfy the insect inside. Twitch like a cockroach. The ECG, how is it said, so sexy le "electron encephalograph" in the husky french way. We all reap what we sow. Its good to see Tristan, good down home country boy.
The boys had reached the first steps of outerspace they began to feel the effects of weightlessness though they were floating there feet were firmly on the ground they had one goal a mission objective and that was...
pages 37 and 38
...flesh just fell from his face.
Motion kept him young, free happy even, well so he could hide it in the blur. Stop borught on age and decreption. The words repeat and change a thesaurus of phrases.
let more prints of intersection a weekend ripe with memories of past deeds frozen flesh caught in time, I think I'm developing pnuemonia, heat rays of chest, a warmth inisde that comes from sickness. The time is ticking, the sickness resides, never at bay never in control, I will steal..
pages 35 and 36
...rent lifefroms the 'dog is skinny as a rat.
There is a spread of information as a stream flows so does information, god all these media people, their lives must be so important, what blues eyes, what lines can be drawn, where is the point of intersection
So where do we go from here a crowded room a tall flat , a short fat, silver like mirrors with lines of amphetamines andy loved mirrors silver is the color astronauts wear, silver is the color turkeys wear when they go into the oven cook burn grill.
he was so tired that when he stopped the...
pages 33 and 34
...he wipes the fly of his pants, she wipes her mouth the new money in her purse sure tasted salty but wouldn't you.
Cold blasted rotten fucked up feet are generating theri own new form of heat and an intersection has been crossed there are goods on display, but what angle does one proceed. obviously window shopping is allowed but how can one look, shall we say, not so obviously, dont get caught looking up skirts. s it an offence, fucking is it they dont like that. Welcome to the world of low...
pages 31 and 32
... the plain old carousel, jets of water spray away the evidence. The music starts and once again the children begin to board it. Did this hideous machine have a name, no. It was no special attraction, it was nothing unique it was just a meat grinder.
The rain is neither baptismal or cleansing its just plain wet.
Coming down from the sky on a dark night soaking clothes, hair and all. Depressing cold and damp enough to catch a cold, catch a death.
Dark alley women exits wiping her mouth man exits briskly leaving in other direction...
pages 29 and 30
...goes with it, Don't be a Willy Loman, look what happened to him.
Childrens fairground there is no threat, the carousel go round and round children screaming with deligh riding bizare colored creatures. Slowly the mangeling machinery is exposed this isn't a carousel this is a meat grinder this is the end little children, excess limbs fly onto the prass the bottom of the carousel points down like a funnel and flesh falls down, hitting the clean butchers aluminium. Small birds picks at the excess that has flown free. The ride finishes and reverts back to...
pages 27 and 28
...and recharge. I am on full go burnout. Its time to put the feet up and chill out sleep more rest more, glide the car into cruise control and put my feet on the dash. Then wot, refrshed we return to the same old shit, day in day out. If there is a respite I dont seem to have noticed it.
Avoid the zombies and the grizzly bears, and the man eating tigers stay on track and you should be ok, anything that looks hostile shoot it and find out what it was.
"Don't be a salesman" what good advice avoid people thinking you're a complete cunt avoid a crap job and the hassle that...
pages 25 and 26
...how it operates, you will never understand it, of course, but you can watch it. It mesmerizing like the ember of a fire at night how long has it been since I've watched the red glows of wood in a fire drifting of into a myriad of imaginable patterns and forms the past drifts away and becomes its own distant country. No bizarre dreams must be the zombies.
i want to ship out of where I am drift under the sheets into a long warm uncoinciousness and stay there an awful long time. Drifting though the warm darkness something akin to sleep. I need to be revitalised.
page 23 and 24
no new information just same old junk regurgitaed from Sunday to Monday for consumption dont people realise its all a con these stupid fools they'll regret it wasting their penny's on rehashed print.
Oh well only a few more days then its time to get fucked up again. the glory of modern life the shine exceeds the content or something like that. You may say I am bitter and twisted bubba I'm just painting it as I see it, we are all caught in this trap except some of us know we are trapped, some fight it I am a naturalist I just want to study its habits see..
pages 21 and 22
...no computers no internet no porn oh well just an un-electric night red dwarf I can hardly contain my joy.
There are no things of interest tonight no commoditioes to be exchanges "i'd love a chip" whack punch in the face who do you think you are wouldn't you rather lick something other than your fingers oh what prose John Dionne would kneeled before me and hail me as a master hush far too much fantasy
pages 19 and 20
..even the ones with satelitte.
So whats for dinner tonite no idea I ain't cokking some kind of takeaway but I'm not sure fish is a Friday dish, but I dont feel like eating I've drunk far too much today Moet for lunch and Tennants for three o clock break, just a subtle contrast oh well its all alcohol but the Moet just goes to my head must be the bubbles I dont know sometimes these things are just too much life goes on tonite will be quite though just a short pause in front of the TV no whores...
pages 17 and 18
...they'll get their just you wait one day when they're not looking it'll hit them and they'll be sorry. But so stupid should have written down the Ip address dumb dumbd dumb a whole ftp site looked huge movie and everything damn damn damn
Oh well maybe another day I'll get another one and find it again some hope but some thing has to go right for me otherwise it is all too black. At least Dean's got the X-files simpsons well Alfy has so we can ahead of any of those fuckers...
Pages 15 and 16
...cups of tea and old maid on her bicycle. The city becomes the heart, a diseased heart riddled with death and decay but still the heart. A centre pushing out new ideas, new technologies consuming all it can, creating all it can. shift the idealised heart of England "Green and pleasant land" to real heart of England London. A 24 hour city trying to be as fast as possible but glorious in its failure and decay. The veins and arteries on London that I travel every morning are clogged like a fat old man who has spent his life eating animal fat, dripping and bread. Clogged yet hardened these will stay until they collapse. This is the excitement of the city a sense of immeninent doom, constant fear and paranoia, which can be harnessed and used. For good, it becomes a driving force. No one wants to fail.
Cant believe it I had access to a full on prn ftp site and i exited the program dumb fuck just didnt get the stuff at all fucking typical thats my luck that is no luck at all fucking cunts they get...
Pages 13 and 14
..ring you but.."
get a life wot have you to lose. Wot is it you are scared cant get it up getting to old & bald so you flirt with contact but never go all the way.
Now he's being honest good god wot are these people like give me good honest sick people, I want some disturbed muthafucka who knows who and what they are and ain't afraid to say it.
"Reason to live in London" I love it attack the folksey roots image of English culture cricket in the green, disco in the the village hall, the vicar and....
Pages 11 and 12
... in a newsagent window wot are these people like. Where is the fun not in this shithole of a pub no export lager on tap. Its full of suits all working in the same business park just outside town or perhaps from the offices above the shops over the road. The old codger talking his way out of a relationship with some old scrubber take her upstairs and shaft her senseless you old git or are you married too guilty to make the first move people like you make me sick "I was going to ....
Pages 9 and 10
...show one you are not scared two any threat of violence will lead to their demise and three you are carrying a bigger gun, its loaded and you are not afriad to use it.
With the drunkard due to their unpredictability it is best to avoid them until they pass out then if they have anything you want rob them. If avoidance is impossible.....
This little shithole of a town there's less shops here than outside my flat. And you can tell we ain't in the big smoke not one whore....
Pages 7 and 8
and then filled at the next point of intersection.
Each carrying a commodity useful to the observer. After consideration quite possibly carefull consideration the observer may wish to acquire a visible asset or commodity this is ill advised as it may probably lead to the discomfort of the observer and in some cases possible acts of violence against the observer.
A particular danger in such a situation are agressive racial minorities or drunkard, though the latter is far more unpredictable.With aggressive racial minorities the stance should be taken to...
Pages 5 and 6
Wot we need is a descent whore, a piece of ass and a steak dinner for one silver dollar. Bangkok four punds for a whole day or so they say but we didn't check the luggage in and in the end we missed the flight. Blown it out never took the chance is it another opportunity missed. A large collection of ever changing bodies all interchanging at any point of an intersection yet faces are familiar due to common intersection the people you know but never know. Just rows that again will be empty
Pages 3 and 4
Wot we need is a descent whore, a piece of ass and a steak dinner for one silver dollar. Bangkok four punds for a whole day or so they say but
each crowded hungry eye called each missing smile over a breif period of time and space a small voice cried out to be listened to I ignored it these things get you down. Block it out continue with wot is going on. There is plenty of candy for the eye but it is all window shopping all display but nothing for sale
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