Deacon took back his chair with no quibble
But at the counter he started to dribble
the assistants were good
but not even they could
when he shat
quite contain a big giggle
The curious Joey the Deacon,
mumbled to the clairvoyant “please speak on”
and as Joey sighed
the gyppo he tried
not to predict his future a bleak one
much like working for fat tony. Some will be duffers, some have been thrashed and look filthy, yet more have had their interiors ripped out, and some just won’t go. But occasionally one will come in that scorches thy nuggins and blates the chong powerfully and it can only be fun..keeping a watchfull and disciplined eye on such beauties.. the worthless stuff is worthless, there is an in-between, but money can not buy the priceless… The narja lords approve of your techniques and repetoire, they just have to switch off sometimes…they watch pondlife usually.
i did’nt crash into any children but have a good photo of Val, who i work with…. i suprise her with camera as she exit linen-cupboard. Usually she would prevent such capture but i told her she looked like buffy the vampire slayer and she went for it. my akbar is not functioning this morning as much because it was spenspeng for a long time, yes, i’ve used up all my bleh.
I was reading the writings of another writer recently. He made an interesting statement, i quote ; “Young people today, have only the vaguest notion that they have been cheated out of something..they don’t know what it is”….perhaps it is the ability to think coherently for themselves.A more encompassing realisation of (probably) quite a significant number of our new-teen-sentients though will perhaps be this.. “I feel more at odds with the ‘world’, the more i experience it.” It is a luxury born of modern living- ‘civilisation’, that enables a person to have such ‘thoughts’ without soon getting a rock in the head from the neighbouring tribe and backpedalling to their cave or fighting. Either way, the thought,the question, the spark is extinguished, disintegrated and the thinker is just reacting fairly automatically as any threatened person would.-
These days, when it comes to open-thinking, and contemplation, reflection etc, we are inclined (at various cut off points), to cease from ‘navel staring’ , ‘pipe dreaming’ , ‘copping out’, the definition has changed and the value is lost. We interrupt ourselves very well these days with those metaphoric rocks, I wonder how many people can see the moments when this happens.
It seems to me that a lot of people don’t even know what they are being distracted from anymore.
They spin and bounce like pinballs, sometimes winning points, sometimes disappearing down some dark scary void, only to be re-loaded and shot back out into the game.
Some people can see the game, with it’s walled boundaries, springs, flippers and points system, and will have no part in it. Others, perhaps busy profiting or lost in some entropic spin will play their part, eagerly or choicelessly until the energy is gone..thermodynamic law will ensure they are back in the game soon enough, scoring new points as they spin and bounce around, without a hint of objective thought. What is the alternative? I hear a good question when i know one.. If you’ve seen 2001, you’ll know the caveman who wanted to know, didn’t have to sit it out for too long before a mysterious object appeared, perplexing him and causing a disturbing hum amongst his tribe.
Disregarding all associations with present day ‘group bad-trips’ around your local hills, it is possible to transpose the ‘2001’ example into any suitable little nut-shell you like. Truly confounding stuff is so soon wreathed in conjecture (by ourselves and our censors), that it is seen as to be birthed from the same cloudy pool of fancy that would sate any idiot. People don’t so much get ‘up-in-arms’, these days, as press the flipper buttons harder while they play the game harder, the only game they know, and if something comes along to distract them, it will cause a stir (2001). The thrown bone has landed, plonk, and is still a bone, and the spaceship is out of reach to the many hysteric and frenzied primitives, who have their eyes on the earthly prize.
They will each perform about twenty to thirty ‘laps’ but these become less coherent as they go further into trance. It was initially thought that strange-sub-frequency vibrations from the custard machines were resposible for the incredibly strange antics of some of the workers on those otherwise typically monotonous tuesday mornings, culprit machines had software ripped out of their warm, hard driven underbellies..and died, but the problem persisted. ‘Special’ Priests and Witches were duly brought in and tried their arts and crafts to no avail. Eventually it was one of the participants who was able to help decipher all this utter weirdness at the custard factory, and what he said, literally made the chairman shit himself. Up until this point there had been no sign of the poo monster at all, it existed only in the playgrounds of children and childish adults minds.
On the day the poo monster was born two other new things happened. The 1st was that a new language spontaneously came into existence, the second was that the chairman disappeared in full non-view of everyone. It went like this; As the Board of Directors of the custard factory were gathered one Tuesday, watching the stupendously loony activity on factory floor and counting their losses, a loon broke the circuit and ran, shouting strange words head on at the chairman who on impact and in a cloud of odd vocabulary, disappeared.
there was a young speng from mleh,
who couldnt sans plent for a bleh,
so vijit spoke next
and attempted to vex
the speng with an onslaught of B L E H , blehbleh.
Random Mutterings of The Tourle 