Tuesday, 28 October 2014
Wednesday, 30 July 2014
Tuesday May 23rd 2240.
My God but hasn’t the time barrier become befuddled. Doing a cook meditation minding my own business, visualizing creamy coconut curry, when, out of the blue Wednesday Hugh taps me on the shoulder.” Don’t eat that curry Hugh you will get a sore tummy”
He was relaxed enough and very matter of fact, friendly even, but I found it awful annoying.
“Mind your own business, I’ll take my chances “ I said, and continued with entering coconut code on the chefmodule.
Wednesday Hugh laughed disdainfully, “You haven’t a clue boy “ he said as he tried to delete my inputs.
Well agitated now ( these glitches had been happening more frequently since the futurists were elected again, in the midst of accusations of cross time zone vote rigging , but it couldn’t be proved as the future people were notorious liars)
Agitated, I grabbed him and pushed him back, losing balance he lost his footing and knocked himself out on the hard floor. That`ll teach him.
Wednesday May 24th 2240.
Stomach hurts. Hurts bad, that coconut cream was badly oxygenated, a new chef app is needed in this pod. Boy ithurts, I know I shouldn’t but im going back to yesterday tell that clown to lay off the thai for a day.
Thursday May 25th 2240
Fuck my head hurts. . what a violent man Tuesday Hugh is !something wrong with that guy. Im going back to help Wednesday Hugh, that was bang out of order.
Tuesday May 23rd 2240.
I pushed moaning face Wednesday back for interfering, falling on to the floor…but caught just in time by ,,,whos this …fucking Thursday Hugh, Thursday caught wednesdday and put his arm around him..ye alright Hugh he enquired.
“Yeah thanks “Wednesday said, “Tuesday is trying to poison us “
“ I know, I know Thursday mused, .. but hes going to suffer tomorrow… “
“ well , not sure whats worse the sore head or the soretummy,,,what will do ?”
There was nothing for it…confused and panicking…I pressed the interconnect zone freeze. The three of us stood there in our remonstrative poses.
Sure if there was a bit more laissez faire attitude between the days we might get on a bit better, maybe pop in now and again for a wee “hello how ye getting on” or “ have a great day tomorrow “, but no, everyone for themselves, selfish thru n thru.
I pressed for tech help… the call centre guys were on another planet and didn’t have a clue about life here but that’s what happens when poor planet luddians were promised jobs in exchange for access to the chocolate stores.
“ Hello, press 1 for quantum vibrational faults, 2 for visualization trauma, 3 for chocolate payments of 4 to speak to someone from the planet luddite.”
I pressed 4.
A squeaky voiced, high pitched, stressed out commhelpstarted speaking.
“ Can I have your time zone prefix and cerebellum sim no. please ?”
Shit…where did I put that number…” eh..time zone 101256, and can’t remember my cerebellum sim sorry…”
“ Ok sir you’ll find the number on the innerskull if you use your brain scanner” he said bored with giving that advice a hundred times that day.
“ Yeah , hang on..” I switched on scanner and read out “ 2219839374”
“ Mr….. Hugh O`mac… ok how can I help ?”
“ Hi, I’ve got myself Wednesday and Thursday here stuck in a bit of a timeglitch confrontation”
“ Ok sir..lets have a look……now …are you near a power portal ?”
“Yes…just behind me here…”
“ Ok…sir “ he squeaked “could you just pull the plug out at the wall and wait a few minutes and switch it back on”
I pulled out the portal connecter.
Mmm I fancy a coconut curry.
Wednesday, 9 July 2014
Give `em enough rope
How did Hip
become snot covered dirtcrust denim
Skinny red rash fingers
Stealing from an ashtray
When did cool
Rock back n forth with convulsions
Belching to the Clash, the Pistols
In your ghost scattered hostel room
Camden town style shoppers cross to avoid
This person gone wrong
Super lagered soulless eyes
Never knowingly shepherded
Freedom you cried
Cry now lost son
Cry the giro spent
Cry the normal memories
Reminding you young teen rebel
The price of never straight
The price of ner a fool
Was there a time
The spliff passed the doors sang the youth joked
You fell from the façade
Of indy culture ?
Song words don’t sing of you anymore
Teenage kicks to the brain
Barred and belittled by
The Time out crew
Finding culture in the Sunday supplement
Looking out the window of an artisan bakery
At you spilling doner kebab
Chilli smears over your grey face
Hungry for love in its absence your mouth consumes the needs
The cravings of immediate
The buzz that never was your friend
You went to the window
Your johnny rotten v sign
As far away from the now
As the class war resistance that fell off the page of purpose
Your screams are someone else’s echo
“At weekends we went dancing down stairs on the bus
Step lightly go easy stay free”
Once u had a sweetheart
A humour unique
A cheeky smile
Tomorrow you are dead in a skip
Thursday, 26 June 2014
Saturday, 21 June 2014
I don’t know where it fits
When it fills, how it satiates
That sense of saturation
Beyond good feeling
I feel like more
Wanting to hold on to it
But not being held by it
Can’t get out the process
Processing getting out of it
Clutching at chemicals
Wanting that reaction
Getting harder to create
Catching no contentment
Too conscious of trying
Passed beyond and missed it
Missing it during it
Not getting it
Others and memories
Yesterday in spite of it
Is sending an invite to it
Ive been it and ive seen it
But now I just dont get it
I knew it
and blew it
I just cant get enough
And lo it came to pass that it passed
And is gone
Remembered as a paradigm
That we shifted and shift still
The weatherman says things are different now
Choose a forecast and stick to it
Take the batteries out of your clock
Say hello to your dog
Occupy the space
between the tic and the toc
Meditate with eyes wide open
Like your life depends upon it
And don’t forget to write