the place was a lot different to what it is now. think i might have been as well. this was on the back end of inferno. and god did things burst into flames on the street if you give them the chance. my blood was boiling enough to keep me either sit and suffer or get off and do somethin about it [in any event]
i weren’t alone. i weren’t lonely really, or i thought that i wasn’t. maybe if there’s a load of noise going on around you then your circumstances would evolve as theirs did. i try and follow them all talk to one another, but it was just like the thousand yard stare until the ringing in my ears gets so that i can’t hear anything else
it slowed everything right down into a painfully meticulously low motion. that C note ringing of something metallic [but just the sound, i still don’t know where it came from. maybe i had just tuned everything else out and i only got to see what i wanted to see. this unwitting … unconscious yet self limiting sense of leaving too much of my impression on the medium before delivery. i let the thread go there and trusted that anything even slightly important by this point will speed everything up again any second now. not to bring me face to face with what, deep deep down, i would consider important enough to pay attention to. i think it was just flapping my arms and legs out because i’m about to take a two storey impact flat on my back
this one time it took me a few attempts but i managed to drive back home to get some sleep before my next shift over the moor. i felt horrible, didn’t know what day it was but the weekend was long gone. i’m trying to force feed myself some leftovers of the colonel. fell into my bedroom doorway and fell over the settee in there. i saw something i will never forget. theo nodded and looked at me for a moment- in exactly the same way at exactly the same time. not sure what of it made me so surprised. i mean it was me, what the fuck else is he gonna do?
with that in mind, i thought maybe i can get a word in now before he starts. he clasps his hand immediately before i started to talk and he took the sound away from me. an unique and enriching quality that only very few people in the universe are allowed to possess. bloody hell what’s next a knife handle in the ol’ chop chop? he gestured at something immediately behind me, i turned around and there was an entire place with a mezzanine floor like an old chapel or something like that. the bastards had my settee in this place which i went ass over tit on, it tripped me up and i fell over and down the back of it
the planet was accelerating towards me at free-fall speed. some sort of beeping noise was going off, this piece of equipment attached to me that i could not see nor recognise. it didn’t exactly sound like heart fm was broadcast anywhere near it. my eyes it hurt so bad even if for a little moment i closed them. knuckle in the chest- i could hear the distant fade-away repetition of consonant syllables. the distant harrowing voices co-ordinating some kind of group effort focused on stopping me from trying to go to sleep. QED, you bastards. for only this one moment they chose to actually come out and say it. rather than continue the otherwise unrelenting war by the public sector against me going to sleep
and trying to only now did i think to do something else other than trying to rest my eyes, or stop whatever plant pot gurn i was pulling in the face of imminent death from falling
the kid seemed to know what she was doing. i can’t remember where my mind was for that time i just had faith she could work the complicated mess of luggage straps and carabiner clips flappering around as the ground i was falling towards had suddenly become a big deal while i was in mid-realising-how-negligible-our-impact-on-the-universe-y sort of shell shock
i hit the bed below me so hard i bounced quite some distance up. but if i face planted it where did i fall from? i couldn’t have fallen through the ceiling, did i run into my not so forgiving landing or did i really fall from somewhere? that was the first time anyway. in both planes of existence, there has never only been just one of me. i only met the other theo once, such that i thought it was a wind up. mindfuck though is other people introduced us. must have been a wind-up. but we both said the same thing at the same time. tennent’s super weren’t exactly an ideal way to make sense of things back then but in the short term it did the trick at the time
where in the fact does it matter, anyway? matter of fact, you know. spraying lies all over. aerosol lies! what do i say to that then? solvent abuse can kill instantly. stick to the universal refills they’ve got at the petrol station over the road, don’t want a faulty container to get out. all this heat and the pressure would pop and then we’re goin to get blown about. front crawling toward the s.s. richard montgomery, i’ve got something stashed there – when it’s time to show you what it is i’ll give you a shout. i’d keep going if i were you, i can push myself to the line on a good day and as a matter of fact delete a third of the continent, it’s why they do all the cloak and dagger clean up tied off just to look the part and give yourself a pat on the back black with the pink detail and the gangsta shit an’ all the swagger
and just before the real show begins we’re all gonna get our eyebrows singed and wash up on the west coast of poland together. fuckin hell, rinse me down – it’s crackin em, but still somehow and for today at least, i’m under the weather
montgomery is goin to fly 89 megatons in every direction using some of the crucial data gathered from hiroshima, and the frenchman flat in the nevada desert. said data alongside further research carried out to examine further into the interesting appearance of rope tricks, first observed in the pacific nuclear tests down at bikini bottom. operation castle – while providing the intrigue of rope tricks – and it’s successor, the far more sinister operation teapot [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Teapot] i know but i’ve got my degree so you can shove your reference up your ass, anal retentive!
it is chilling though to know that [in particular operation teapot. it’s not what they did to the planet after operation castle gave them a glimpse into the armageddon that can be caused if the device was able to give off some downward payload simply by not being in contact with the ground – it’s the fact that the explosion at hiroshima was more about field testing this life-annihilating breakthrough in weapons manufacture and design, i.e. a nuclear explosion that was 3 minutes freefall from the ground when it went off bang on at 8.15 when the whacker clapped the thing open on little boy]
the wealth of knowledge the deadliest arms race in the world was not just for simple oblivion for any who oppose the red white and blue – it served with operation teapot, its macabre shock wave flash of light harbinger of our imminente destruction. the added termination of every material entity on earth man made’s quiet scars and all that, offered by the suspension in air to cover the other [cluster of axis’ … like a voodoo ball of wool with loads of angry knitting needles jabbed right through it – all these axis in every direction around a spheroid would be enough to catch the ss richard montgomery, thus wiping out all of western and central europe [there would be absolutely nothing left of the united kingdom]
this plan would remain in place until this day, why they will not touch the s.s. richard montgomery
… this plan’s successor of course would be the 26th of April 1986 … and Mihail Gorbachev dressed sharp for the bitter end of all existence, laying calm cool and conscious clear in what will now be a peaceful, beautiful sleep with the conscience clear
the rope tricks …
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