Chapter 5 (Cont.)
And how much have I known of you, Mary? Of Krallice. Of Agatha. Of the woman at the bar?... Ringinrunt and Les huits, two pools in a pot. Do I jump in no exercise brevity and caution a gulp downed was it sip was it a chug was it was it a jug that would drown me within explode asunder and propel the birth of new me datamangle employee so duty bound and so ambitious deceiving the flocks without immutability stop now you dumb sheep I am merely the painter of the wool you lot have some shitstains on your body now come now you need to get rid of it wash the blunders and plunders of the old world why must you always taint yourselves this whole apocalypse was for nothing there was nothing to be learned from the end of history and there was nothing to be gained onwards from year zero today I shall talk to your masters no not me I am merely the cleaner and the painter interlocutor of pristine conduct flawless street networks not a hindrance in sight everything carries on beautifully... Gulp... Was this a sip or a chug am I merrytasting firewater here am I trying to gather courage what does it matter tout est grâce miss I must talk to you now fuck your insignia and fuck your corporation what could happen anyway what could go wrong I have no datamangle insignia donned donna am I crossing the line now I am simply a citizen who drank too much five months in the correctional fragility five years or more now would that be too much what would it matter this whole life was handicapped from the start the basic functions I could not have learned in an organic orientation halt mister your foothold is confiscated hereby no wooden floor for you thats a hazard did you not know you have a greater future after annihilation and extinction... Gulp... Surely that was a chug this time I am drowning in this drowned world highrise as the fate would have me sutpens issue in the sound and the fury taxonomer of the atrocity exhibition pitiable bastard child of slaughterhouse five absalom absalom will I spend my whole in the allocated cages of temporal dislocation there was a fire in the 57th story today the hubris of nature was vanquished the surveillance woman she has the insignia but nothing else shes still in the same way as before how long has it been 18 minutes since I found my into this ersatz hall and 7 minutes since I relocated beside her at the bar from the merry cushions to this inardhardened stool oh it surely keeps things at bay there is this still the chair between me and her corporate analysis and research I have passed my whole life exercising corpocautions oh chauvin you are still 27 28 29 almost 30 the years will keep piling up and one day you will embedded into a cold slab of this drowned world how do I start comment on her wine but no thats none of your business the state approved income and expenditure but you could just say how much you like that one oh no too straightforward actually that bottle is not so much nice as la piscine real sweet one that but that ones still very good yes no doubt haha you know as the way the trend is looking datamangle might take over guerrelexicon within the next five years ahaha straight out of fantasy but what would I know I am no corporate just a basic citizen no No...
Junktitled #53
For Thomas Ligotti VII / The Lost Art of Twilight