The Clears

Saw out of corner of sight, I think it must be MANYEYES they warned me about, hid in shadows when I looked, but I could still feel it there, some kind of changing beast, set to follow me.

Now deep in the maze of mould. The crowds of feeders and spiderwocs angry around me. Past the hives of smothermoths screambuzzing in the setting sun. Multi headed circuitmoles scratching in the filth. Tarmac monstrosities spit black clouds of nanoskulls into the atmosphere. Reflections of nothing glare on black hole eyes around me. Down exit stairs into infinite corridors. The bacteria are making me itch inside. They send their signals to the teeth. They chatter in the smoke clouds around the city. Dirty blamecoils wrap diseased tentacles around the crowds. Growing in the cracks of the pavement are the black seeds of decay. Luminescent worms float past me into the mouths of hungry goregulls. Deformed children stand tied to posts. Brains for sale in split bin bags. Mess slithers to life on newborn tendrils.

It’s only a matter of time until they find me and take me to the mouth.

All roads lead to the mouth.

………after-none/back/fading back/peering through the black holes/dark fades out/their city is around me/the servants of the mouth/ they can all see me here/they can all hear me/getup-getaway/drifting in on concrete and up through the dirt and air and I breathe and I see/eyes around me growing into white hot stares/a smear of faces/a grinning rainbow flash/a blur of colour now here comes at me/the mouth it says/the mouth it says/lets take him to the mouth it says/and then I suddenly remember the visions and I stumbled to my feet, a wave of fear rushed over me and I started backing away from them. I turned into the crowd to get away but I could already see them making calls into secret devices and I knew I had little time before the FEEDERS got there and took me to the mouth. NONE had told me about a safe place I could go to if i ever needed to lie low, but I knew I would have to make contact with the other two before I could go there. I doubled my pace and headed further into the crowd. It was busy with a hungry buzz, they need to consume soon I thought to myself, and I don’t want to be around when they do. There were no Mouth-Police around so I headed through the crowds to find the nearest phone. When I did eventually find one it was a beaten up old red phone box, someone had written “0+0000″ on the door, I knew this was a sign for me and headed inside. I took the book NONE had given me out of my bag and looked for the number. I tapped the sequence of zeros and ones into the key pad (001000100001000001) and held the phone to my head. NONE has promised me this would work no matter what and i could find the other two, no mater what. A noise like fire crackled at the other end, it began to grow louder and louder until it started to hurt my ears, I shouted down the phone “its me, its me!” but the noise drowned out my voice as it grew more intense. I dropped the phone, opened the door and ran out onto the street. It was them, I had dialed them and now they knew where to find me. A group of conjoined bodies floated towards me, I pushed past them and a razor of chattering teeth pulsated from their mouths in anger, I ran off as quickly as I could. All around me false leads and trap doors and labyrinths. Screaming neon skulls and backwards firework implosions. Black light soaking up ultraviolet thoughts, eating you away atom by atom. Nano-shops in the foam selling off tiny bits of you. Piece by piece, lost and stripped and torn and consumed and all of it to the mouth. Nowhere was safe, nothing was as it should be. I needed to get to safety fast.

I cannot escape the feeling that I am being left clues to what has happened. I saw this is in a place full of addictive substances.

Maybe the answer lies in France. Maybe it is here and there. Maybe it is a global phenomenon.

It seems as if discrimination is not provable for some reason. The faculty of discrimination has been impaired. YES. The new break down in my ability to discriminate, to judge between the value of one item or another, this is what leads to “Libération”… They are evidently recruiting, but where???

Like some kind of flashback. The acid kind, not the movie kind. “It puts the lotion on its skin”. “Please Place the item in the bag” It places the item in the basket. Where does the phrase Basket Case come from? Thank you for shopping at Somerfield. They programme us to come back. We are such easy targets. It puts the lotion in the basket. The machines give the instructions and we are grateful for being told what to do next. The less we have to think while shopping the easier it is. Thank you for shopping at Tesco. Now where have they moved the beans to? Lists. take one with you shopping and you’ll buy less. write one every day and you’ll get more done. Item one: It puts the lotion on its shins. Item two: It puts the lotion on the list. How many more blades can they fit on a razor? Surely all you really need is one good clean blade. There’s one on the back of some too now to offer the precision lost to the five on the front. It cuts the nose from its face and puts it in the basket, then its ears, then the lips, then all of the other organs one by one, emptying itself out to be discarded, sold, distributed, redistributed, diced, measured, analysed… what does metriculation mean? Is it even a real word? What really makes a word ‘real’? Proceed to checkout. Sorry, your browser does not recognise that script. It clicks the add to basket button. It clicks the go to checkout button. It clicks. It moves across the web clicking like a spider. clumsy. that’s a rubbish clumsy simile. I really can’t write. i want to get it out. how to get the slippy jumpy schizo linking out of me to there. there comes the stop. the stop. making things try to make sense doesn’t matter no one there who cares let it go to hell out in back stop[ too much stopping making doing trying stop. stop. too many rules about how things go here. other people do go things. i do not. i try. i will not repeat not give up. fuck it. yes i will. i’ll give up. i’ll try again. i’ll give up again. i’ll stop. i’ll start the ground is littered with iron the details are important and not important and there will be no drama. nothing. stop. there are no words here that i have that are adequate. every establishment of anything is a stop. what happens when things arte not blocked? It puts the parrot on its shoulder. The stone goes in its mouth. The blade cuts in and the hairs prickle. It moves around the canvas, stalking it like a beast that wants to maim it and sticks paint there as if to mean something other than the battle. It eats chocolate and drinks coffee and gets high on the obsession of meeting the idea with its whole bodymindnervescutsstopsstutters a. a. stop. stupid stupid people. everything touches everything here. you are connected to it but you try to stop it. stop it. It enters its details a nd c licks payn ow. 404. page not found. Please place the item in the bag. If you have coins, place them in the coin receptor before putting notes in the note receptor. It puts the lotion on its shiny surface. Then cuts in to it.