Dream Choreography

[Michael Barwell]

Haven't had an 'ordinary' dc for a while, they've all been very mushy and of the flava of being experimental.

Quite an interesting dream choreography maybe 2hrs after sleep this morning; a house move next door, van & peeps in the back lane, really fat bloke, swarthy & greazey, a "social call" unsolicited by that stranger; sitting on my settee, unwelcome, tilts his head onto my shoulder - taking the piss, ask him to leave, he won't; me, up looking for an 'equaliser' I suppose, a bottle of white wine (no use to man nor beast); on returning, this fellas changed into a Chris Kamara-lookalike, a bit more 'Greece'-ey. An eventual half-hearted swing and >bonk!< to go with the 'usual' slightly sick/pukey feeling; he's on the deck - more thru' a lack of balance than anything, legs up at my chest as I'm trying to get to him - to persuade him to expedite a "fuck-off!", pronto. "Don't come 'round my shop" was in there somewhere. Shell House, presumably - guessingly, but not at all clear(https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Carthage). Then I wake - am woken, so that I'll remember it, to shrill EM hiss at centre-middle right of head as usual - microelectrode array?
There followed, as I mused over it waiting to sleep again, a few more things; "Romanian-Bulgarian" cognitive whisper drop-in, of the blokies in the dc; an image to the minds eye, vague & brief, panning, of an Afghan(?)-type, close-up, sitting, pensive(?), like a NatGeo 'photo, the interjection/shift to-, img of a Goumier as I see it, collecting the ears of friends not foes, for the reward, with an AK - 'captured' I suppose (considering their "killed not captured", and the masses of shooting refs - last being several to the last couple of days report of a murder in Afghan/Pak province, woman shot in the back of the head) maybe 'they' could've played on the 'shot in the back of the head'-bit a bit more; then the siren-ref(?) coicident with that, 9:10am.; omlette; a face that morphs into an eeevill face, oh yes. Few more baubles, but that's the bulk of it.

Standard 'designed to provoke an emotional response' stuff, this, and oh-sooo mesageful too, from the same truppen of goosestepping necrophiles who tune-in, dick in hand, to experience death - murder, via the cortical modem effect, very much the same as that film, of the serial-killer who puts-on VR(?) goggles on his victims, as he's murdering them, so that they can watch themselves getting murdered, from his view.

Certainly in a shitty. There's a strange character in that SBS book, a 'Mr. Tallyho', of whom the author says 'you could know him all your life and never know anything about him', for the casual ease with which he killed/proposed to kill.

Sitting here in the library, the 'EM hissing' radio-frequency reception to the lower back of my skull/top of neck, very much the cerebellum area, is very noticeable, sooo very similar to the sound of water rushing thru' pipes, pulsing with my beat. They blab-on so much about "[oh! - sudden shrill tone in left ear, quick rise and steady drop-off, 20seconds or so] "law" & "justice" - or at least used to, that really, you gotta wonder what sordid, seedy, skulking, lieing - repetative inculcators of one-size-fits-all pat-narrative diahorrea planet 'Finger-point' these daaaft cuuunts're on. Completely batshit. I'm supposed to assimilate their deranged shitbaggeries, and that's what I'm guilty of, thinking, "Hang-on; done nowt, quite like the police. Ergo WTF!?" And that's a fact, whilst No.18 larfs at 6am, to "protected by the law", as the Hillsborough inquest has demonstrated, & there's more in the pipeline - [neuralgic sets-in, quite strong, to right temple-side] Hillsborough inquest - Yeah! - the LAW in action shit-for-brains [& predictably from the boogeymen, that neuralgic took it's time to peak, rising to that challenge - oh, back again]. They make my (& some of your-s) country into a neo-Nazi-Gestapo playground - this isn't 'Britain'.

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