STOP!
F'GODS SAKE STOP..........................................
'IMAGES...AH GOT MILLIONS AND MILLIONS OF IMAGES...EYE CANDY, EAR CANDY, BRAIN CANDY (?)...........................NEXT....
he had to right things - put things write - put things to writes otherwise he'd go crazy & explode into a trillion fragments of pixels fused with flesh (breathe) - go on
.......no don't go on.....................
.....................................he wished he could go on like a Coltrane solo just before he dies - that crazy shit streaming from lungs to reed into the air showering the audience with notes blurred like a smudged hurricane of sound, like all the images & words he'd seen that day on the computer recalled instantly as one awful mindfuck mosaic.............................
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facebook friend like pause look listen scroll scroll scroll scroll sick people have got to share their illness with someone and it's you and you don't mind that but the sick people who don't know they're sick are a problem.........selfish people have got to share their ideas images and art with someone and it's you but they aren't too interested in 'liking' what anyone else is doing least of all what you're doing - unfollow - political beliefs, news, jokes, cats, crazy videos, music, jokes, political opinions, news feed, newsfeed, newsfeed..................................................
.........................set the controls for the heart of The Sun newspaper - it's awful - that's news - it's rotten - that's news - preach to the converted or, no, hold on, play devil's advocate, wind-up merchant - these people are so gullible! Left, Right, Left, Right wing, Left, Right Left, Right, Left, Right wing, Left, Right............
suddenly he wished he could go knock on his friend's door ask his mum if he was in and run through fields dressed as cowboys with such innocent minds as he'd done when he was a child....he was regressing....the internet had stunned him into a state of regression, cynicism, despair, doubt about what the hell had happened or what he'd done over all the years and he remembered childhood, he was a child......he could no longer type or read novels and didn't want to watch the news on TV..........he went back even further beyond memory into pure imagination of being a baby......back.........back.........into the womb............ and back into nothingness..........................................
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