Will they, those representative of the economic system (what bastardisation: economic system), ever close this place, the Chauvel, down? Revamp it into some enclave of the unknown, sitting vacant until the numbers add-up and some mulit-national giant opens a cheeseburger front coupled convenience store. The cinema has fallen out of favour for the ease of a chocolate bar. Chocolate sensation sugar hit baby come sucker on my front doorstep. The internet terabyte byte streaming fibre optic into cerebellum.knowledge screaming ultra violence broken link.co.uk

terrible whining cracking carburettor's loose purple g-bangs coloured skin colour me in outside the lines who put that there what hat stiletto shadow silhouette inside outside bottled tap water even the limes are bugged honk race to the next stationary position the cups indicate the change in surfaces are a change in surfaces we interact on surfaces draw a relation between popularity and changes on surfaces upright foot falling nose picking forward focused mirror phase inclining book-reader to the left sun spotted stainless steal table umbrella rabbits are back on the feet

The requests are shams. The games are shams. The forward slash is a sham. Bite the fucking bullet and let go with all the comprehension, assessing, attemts to herd the little monkeys into composing Shakespeare. The training is wasted on such an egotistical bunch. Repeat after me; nothing I will ever do will differe from what has gone before. To be new is done.

And they all say it, one after one, and they all stink to high heaven - 'I understand sir'. Then off they run chasing the pretty picture of originality. Here look this is what I constructed. you cannot criticise tis what I intended. And how can that be improved upon? This is my will you are talking about here.

If only you could see it wholly.

Give it to me whole.

And they laugh and trail off talking of art define my pants and eat shorts for breakfast. The best look like naturals from the perspective of the other, close hard enduring work creating an image in the face of all systems that want them to be otherwise. Conformist in the chair, the field, the factory, the office, the cage.

They know what is good because they constructed the good - this is what they know.

It is ten o'clock. Yeh, there is on more track. Three tracks to a side. One page before ig id ego i go. This morning plight. Maddy off on your bike, to Surry and to the day that lies ahead. Will be back soon enough she says, got to burn that cd. No time for it now.

What I never say is stay this time. I sing it out, let it ring, hang in the air, perhaps it will stay there until the opportune moment. Maybe Maddy will hear it.

Goosepinched flesh, duck down and a pillow to match.

Washing piles up in the basket, must go out this afternoon. Jeans and t-shirts, warm weather coming back already. Spring is a few days away. A little more rain here and there in drabs and bits, keep the ground moist ready for the green recompense.

Track wears thin and we are back to where we begin.

Ich frage mich nach der Inhalt der Tableztte. Ob es Morphine ist oder nicht weiß ich noch nicht. Besser wenn ich nicht weiß weil die Überraschung verstarkt der Wirkung.

Der Punkt der deutsche Sprache ist jemand zu überzeugen. Rhetorik. In diesem Fall ist die deutsche Sprache wie die Griechische.

In gleichem Verhältnis ist die deutsche Sprache wie Latein. Beide Sprache versuchen eine Bedeutung in wenigsten Wörten zu erklären.

Waddle thump and crash. Repeat the exercise and remember the bruises. Increase the speed of the action by removing the haste of lust for the result. Increase observational behaviour. Relate to pattern without cause and effect.

Hard to reach oyster - out of the way places. Scratch around the sheet metal. The best balls hide round there. Pass Peter pass.

The ball toss resulted in repetitive sheet metal rustling. sct. Isn't that sound annoying? Where do I have to be sitting? no... Gather the ball in order to cease the source of your annoyance. Not I: Seb is making musical mayhem, he want the ball. Seb cannot reach it there either. He expects me to throw it.

You have not returned the object to the space in which the action is obliged to occur. The context is not a ground for desire. Set the screen adequately to shape desire. This is learnt through habituation.

Enough of insensitivity to the environment. Welcome to my world let me show you around. He paws at the mattress. Noses at it. eaps at it. It wobbles and sprinds, perhaps it will fall on top causing harm. THe ball moves only slightly. The mattress does not harm in return. More adventurous attacks and climing onto the mattresss. Mor rough. I can smell the ball. Taste the ball on my tongue. Defiant leaps and finally enough weight, a hind paw on the mattrress ladder, and enough spring to bring the mattress tumbling over onto the opposite wall.

Now the context has changed and the body must suffer the change in the form of pain.

A new task of disguise in station position has beset one. The trick comes undone by the persistence of gravity. mmm....

Walked off round the corner to talk to Russel. Catch the glimpse into life otherwise than. Not what is being played but how it sounds. A little trade in arrangements. Door slamming giftedness. Tight little hot pants. Born in 'em to wear 'em. Spotted from the Townies balcony locked in the office. Another showboating mystery led astray. Bending over to pet a cat. What milk has been left out today.

Forty-five degrees. Then sitting behinds and the bomb is in the duffel locker one eight seven Eddy avenue. The go is at midnight.

Great. I'll put that in the express post. Have this briefcase filled with twenty dollare bills and left at station twenty-one at midnight. A bit tired, but I feel good. You ought to type what they are saying. Applause and enter the piano. Tuning the electric bass from outside in. Spacing out under a tree having  lunch with the mosquitoes. No forest like temperate forest. And where are we going when we go for a walk - we always end in bed. Cup of tea. Something to drink. Another beer another deer. On the pint of never ending consumption. THis is the meow.

I'd love a black tea. That's good we can have a pot then. I don;t think we have much black tea left. Where'd that pot come from? Have we got enough for one? I think so. Wanders over to the piano; minor with a major lift. Flicks the kettle on -  lights dim. Damn this wiring. Sits herself where another other was now at piano and begins on part two.

They are all having their meals over at Darren's. If you do see one of them let them know that there is mail. Took half day at soccer. Don't worry about the plate and the mess. I am all over it, factored into the regimented evening. mm the kim chee is great. Repeat over and over. Don't forget to floss. Speak it out loud as you type it. How else is it to become dialogue. No time to read over the little diddly bits of tid wackers. Forget forget forget.

Slow moving washing up machine this little slug cleans everything in its path. So that the trespassers are spotted miles from their habitat. The keen eye of the observer is making mental not of the changes in the external representations. Look at the discourse build.

The tracks we have been waiting for. The double six string guitar stereo mix enclose the little fractions in between these wars. I wanted to stand here and eat with you. Tastes great not so when alone. How much yellowing and hollering can you stand. Heat up if required. The stuff in the bowel.

I'd rather just go over there and slay Guinn. I don't get it. Textually it is incredible. You went swimming. Seven days notice for all meetings. That is federal law.

Give up worshipping the god that does not exist and worship the one that does. Oh yeh, worshipping informs the notion of god. Are we there yet?

A part of me reaches for the gun. I think it is my hand. Could be.

It's a fucking moose. What skin care routine? Wash with warm water, sometimes soapy. My friend Laura, my house-mate would really like to move to Bondi. They have to be multi-cultural, but not all at once. Excuse me, but how do you usually clean it? Well, and as soon as I am finished with it. You can tell, eggplant is mostly air. This is about a fifteen percent gay kitchen, more Willy Wonker than anything.

Little green bug you sit so still, could it be that you are thinking too? Resting at ease with vertical knees do thoughts rush to your head by gravitational force, or does your theses derive from another source? Little green bug you sit so still, could it be that you nothing to do? Too tired to move another inch - is it all too hard, nothing's a cinch? The legs are cramped, the mood is damp, and nowhere is better than here too camp. Little green bug is this true, or are you feeling a little blue? Melancholy has got you down, and you just don't feel like moving around? Or is it too cold, too hot - oh please tell what is too what? Little green bug you sit so still, could it be that you are taken ill? I'll put o the pot, right on the dot, and brew the tea. I'll make the soup and butter the bread, let me take care of thee. Little green bug you're still so still, could it be that you have no will? Have you breather your last breath, and sighed your last sigh? Oh little green bug tell me not that you have dies. For only if, had I knew, if I'd tried, there was nothing I would not do, to help you little green bug, stay alive. Mention the word, shout your command, and I would be ready to lend a hand. But little green bug you sit so still could it be that you are waiting until, I leave you alone, leave you in peace, to go about your day, to do as you please. Are you too kind to order me away, as I sit here and go about ruining your day? Oh little green bug you have done my head in, I can't think of what has put you in this silent and still mode of behaviour. I think that I too will sit still and observe this quiet flavour. Maybe you are still cause you like it so much. You are in no hurry and there is no rush. Little green bug I am sitting so still, oh how I can't begin to tell of how pleasant it feels.

End of the rough stuff into the top shelf. Got it all down on the show, framed pasted bookmarked, soldered, packaged pre-ordered, bound covered protected bought sold shelved. Second hand first edition hard back released and reprinted. Whammy and Alm meet at a train station not ever going the same way but in this light after such a bold strike at conversation you look like a woman. Thought after thought pushed those two legs round the long way to a beard and a dick about to board and flutter off to the next location in opposite direction. Never fear the chance of disintegration on this account there is none, whereas faced with the possibility of the world accurately reflecting presentation/representation/perception chances are great. Nothing deadly out there anyhow.

The little drummer kick has got the peoples out on the streets tearing up public phones and washing babies. The boredom forces some to work with those who are positively driven with reckless insight. Unthinking behaviour is an undercurrent of social criticism.

Monkey see monkey do, the nursery rhyme rings true. Qualify with use.

Allow for the space for speech to occur.

Bars on the windows, mesh and glass. The incentive to move is not great enough. The little that is here, the disincentives are greater than competing offers made. Excitement dissipates as quickly as disappointment arose. It subsides into the myriad of possible outcomes. Let me in.

Cut out the borders. Dribble ink onto the table and it runs off the table, onto the page. Picture the hordes of skeletal women clambering over the concrete wasteland terrified stiff.

Not a word to Maddy comrade. Not every avenue of perception need bleed into the other. Those skeletal masses need not fear the wellspring of fear drying up yet. We still in the endeavour of building a mountain from a molehill. The work makes us sweat comrade, sweat like a rapist at a school carnival.

Feline strokes. A single pawing whimper.

Chromatone airwaves blue and white. We are at the pinnacle of a two thousand year old teenage rebellion. Am I finally growing up? Why did we let our hands slip and forget about our precious orgasm?

Unsetting and unknotting. Maddy comrade, don't give up on identity.