Sunday, 1 January 2017
NEW YEAR'S DAY
DAY 1 : WHERE THINGS GO !TIT'S UP FOR KOLEE ?YNNIT (ms.)
AND SIKMENT LOYNE (prof.) WISHES THAT
HE'D STAYED IN BED AFTER ALL
The first - and absurdly early - communication of the day, and of 2017,
between ?Ynnit (ms) and Loyne (prof) is, by force of circumstance, an email exchange.
For Kolee has reluctantly handed over her mobile phone in response to a police amnesty
and, as a response to Sikment, in order to avoid further, unnecessary contact with those
she was born alongside, and those she was bored alongside.
In the words of the poet Oke'nnElm
Why ? not turn over
a new leaf by getting shot
of all the dead wood
For Sikment, an email conversation is, by force of circumstance also, the only real way to communicate, since public boxes pass as urinals, landlines are a thing of the past,
a mobile he would not deign to own, and face-to-face parlay an unnecessary complication.
There is always, of course, that which be nostalgically referred to as the art of letter-writing
but, as Loyne would frequently point out, the pen is meatier than the word
and if by writing letters one condones the destruction of yet another nationalised industry,
then don't ! use snailmail; it's a no-brainer, or no-brianer, if one wants to be snail specific.
key to trauma: obfuscation
!?did i say that did i really say that?!
d'you? really say that !yes ! NO !
you paid me well
well paid me what you had/could
the well-off gave me their wad
gave U their load
we all gave U our load! Sik
and U was on a roll (with it)
I was on a roll Kol innit
I was Don Juan !done!
I was done !!fuckin'done
different time place class condition
fucked me up the ass
! ! didn't touch you
fucked me up the ass with your words
your a sadfuk ! Sik
careful !Kol lest overtone synonym
( for )
I am you and what I see is me
( (The)Floyd, Echoes : Live at Pompeii )
!O lol dumbasscunt!
how random internet wars amuse
lol!shitcunt my baby girls dead
!O ? how knifed last nite
!O I see hmmm !