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And then looking up at the golden arches A thought didst cross his mind But what if he thought What if this is all alright All right Big Mac meals with black coffee Jobs for all Increased production Scratch card prizes all round This works if we stick to the plan Instead of sticking it to the man All of this makes perfect sense Flat screen  Nirvāna  on chunky sofa Skinny tie chic with tassled loafer But the light is fading He tries to re-conjure the pros To living the dream Or is that the wrong way around? Salty french fries and Perpetual economic growth with Job creation and finally Separation perfected Life no longer unrefined Nothing unfiltered or undesigned Families happy with their meal As peeling somehow loses its appeal Yes lo he thought What if this is all alright All right. All right. Alright!

And and and and this this this Or or our or that that that I am asking myself Is the issue the same issue Over and over and let over In our intellectual exuberance We have pulled the legs off one by one Then when someone makes a dumb show Of what putting them back on Might be like we release polite gasps Oh that is what the feeling might be like Artists talking about Velazquez As if that relays a transmissible quality Yes yes yes yes yes is is is indeed These guys the guys guys of guys Knew those ones etcetera I I I I I sorority Allegories Robert smudging Smithson Are you ingested in ability Are you interested in archiology?   A voice like watching snow melt Do drop do do drop Drop Drop Drip Drip Psyche Mikey crikeydo The levels the levels Threshold what about now? Threshold Language is a patriarchal structure This limited framework is one you are evading The vision of the absurd,   Be clear about your intent...

You know I don't smoke anymore And I need something to fill the hole Take away my gnaw My gnawing doubts The ones that come on in bouts Put me back or there abouts There's that chap with the latest phone again I saw him on the platform this morning Back there in uncanny town Now he's on his way back home Same downcast look on his face Saying this phone isn't smart enough Won't give me enough love Oh now yeah it's true I'd tell you the same but you already knew What you wanted to know We're a couple of pals Asleep in the back The roof is down We're alright because We shape our tools And our tools shape us

Space Just now this space Just here was a Perfect and perfectly Adequate piece Of Lovely blue white Paper Until you came along And started reading Those splodges of Liquified pigment Which by now I know Have set and dried Leaving a semblance Of intention and forward Planning Which for all I know Was there all along We can’t go back So you’ll have to take My word for it

Well Isis are a bunch of ignorant fuckers and your instinct is to annihilate them. Wow wipe them out right? Well guess what I'm pretty sure that is the response they were hoping for when they burned a man alive in a cage. We've been having a very civilised debate about freedom of speech round these parts since they gunned down some cartoonists. There's a pattern here. The destruction of twin towers was a media spectacle not a comment on skyscrapers or unsustainable models of usury. These elements were part of the symbolism but not the debate. Al Qaeda are not a debating society no matter how hard we try and turn their slaughter of people into sense. Their actions are disruptive not logical and yet we, the West - the occident, somehow feel that there is a simple framework of cause and effect to be extracted. This can be distilled to an “eye for an eye”. Kurt Vonnegut spoke about the law of Hammurabi that somehow still grips our collective thinking today. The rule of an eye ...