Ferric narrative of anon-celebrity, anti-celebrity ethos, tape is an escape from the snake of make it make up make over, a long loop stretched between ambition and insanity, a reel story to unravel at your leisure....

A blaze did raise the heat for a moment, and then in a craze it was morning, a sun drenching of damp spirits, damp but not dampened or hampered more like tempered by the steal..

What is real is the sum of what we feel, as a race and a species, evolution divides and rules, it does not suffer fools, cruel as cats with mice it's only nice if you do its job, of trying to rob the blob of excess fat, that is that, enjoy the sunlight of morning, see the sun rising high above your horizon..

amidst the lobbyocracy, where tendrils of influence touch upon what matters, lobby for marginalised ideals and reels of rejected rhetoric, an estimated ethic or an ethnic of origin as original as original sin, we all must strive to reach forbidden fruits, behavour that suits itself in an off the shelf manner, if you can't be good be efficient..

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The explication of a situation, is a bonus of bunnies, all over the downs, an upstart on a dart board meeting, there is never enough, seating and some have to stand the entire journey.

circuit bent bint, skint and scraggy, a robot doll of droll design asks you to resign yourself to the wealth of nations...

Its a clear cut, we've got stuck in a rut, there's a need to breed some radical change, in the way we arrange our inner selves and our inner elves, its a question of economy, an economy of truth, like a hall mark of proof, the economic realm is a cloud cuckoo land, an unkind kind of illusion about wealth, like some primitive cult its been superseded by information, there's an informed reality about its unreliability, like a god with a long white beard that everybody feared, its all gone weird, coins have disappeared and in there place has reared a coiled serpent thats spent, we are living on time thats had to be lent, so we wont lose interest, in what is meant to be best, in what we should invest, even if we detest, the super capital contest, dare to peer above the parapet of peer pressure, call out for a new directive, on whether things really are worth their weight in gold..?

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Kiss these sweet apocolips Plum red and Ready to spit Whats said To be sacrilegious Kiss these sweet apocolips A pout of pure disdain Bitter as that which Remains unspoken I lick these sweet apocolips Thick with lipstick Stuck on with such relish A polished gloss Polished off Like us eventually

Sign this - this is a perfect example of how regulation is being used to give advantage to large corporate institutions who can easily obtain legal permissions for things, the government has been lobbied by some PR dept to introduce this because it benefits them somehow and because there is no one with the budget to lobby against it, it gets passed. There are thousands of regulations in existance now that have a similar effect on each and every industry, its a proper racket ands it will only be overturned if people point it out and expose it for what it is.



http://petitions.number10.gov.uk/livemusicevents/

I’m just a single celled soul Selling myself to the system Oh yes the cistern Pull the chain and flush With this weeks wages I’m down the drain With all the sh*t and the condoms. My single sell soul swimming With a lemmings chance of Bringing the minging miracle Of multi-cellular salvation To fruition. For creation is a loop A hoop of hygienic hierarchy a Higher plain of majesty a steeple Chase of saving grace that you must Face and hope to be lucky. Thank the big booky in the sky If your odds are even. Evolving consciousness Coalesces into an alphabet Of bitter sweet betterment Worth a mint and meant to Be miraculous, But ignorance Is the bliss We all miss Once we (think we) know it all.