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pretending to be tolerant

by sonja berlin-jones

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So on Saturday I was in Asda in the veg area and when I turned away from the shelves I found I couldn't - a weird contatenation of single strangers had all formed a spaghetti junction of anarchy behind me with their trolleys and even-less-steerable bodies so we all just stood there like this, no one could move, I said "so who's going to move first?" and everyone just looked at the ground. I said "put you're hand up if anyone's actually alive". Nothing. I had again become the mad old bint in the supermarket who actually talks to strangers.

Yesterday in Lidl about an hour before closing time I was in the long queue waiting to use a self-service till - there are about a dozen such tills in the local Lidl but the thick cunt who designed it all had put the two rows too close together so the people on one side are rubbing backs with the people on the other side and fights break out. So they usually only open one row. Hence the stupid queue. When I'd shuffled almost to the front I turned round to the dead-eyed bodies behind me and loudly asked "is there anyone who still fucking believes that technology is making anyone happier?".

Nothing of course. You will get here too - you too will find the rest of the world so far adrift that you will have to shout at them to stand a chance of a connection - and you will fail - even if they hear you they will pretend they can't - the 6 hours every day that we all spend looking at our mobes, the TV we watch to fit in, the work we do to keep the enslaving system keeping us enslaved - you will see it too. Or I hope you won't. Even though I saw no one who was alive, I think they are the lucky ones.

Today some people I don't know are on strike in the NHS. I'm with the government on this one. Let the NHS die, and the people with it, all of us, I am now going out to cross roads and get run over, please don't call an ambulance, I won't be leaving a mobe on a bench and a dog running around on a leash, my disappearance won't be a mystery, it's like I'm still waiting to appear.

recorded today, photo wind turbine blades at the site of the decommissioned power station Fawley day before yesterday

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released February 6, 2023

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