A Sad Sack of shit,            {after  Jerome Bixby}

​

You are at the  supermarket,  there are all sorts of   good  things    there   for  you  to buy,   it is good   that there  is a  grid of  cctv cameras   seeing  to  your  security,  the  weather  is   fine  a   chill   drizzle,   with   northerly  gusts,   your  very  good  friends are  aiming   their  flash   card projection  at  you through the  windows  from the  car park &   the  Bressay  Pylon /   All the shoppers   are   well,    filling  their  trolleys,  with  every  sort  of  good  things  to eat.    When  you  come out  crossing the  car park    with  your  shopping   a   fairly heavy    back pack  and  reusable plastic   bag  weighting   down     your  right   hand,  you   look upwardly to the  east.  There  is  the de regulated   telecommunication  antennae, on   Bressay  hilltop,   Others  up the south road along the  ridge,  .

  The   security arse bandits   who protect  the island’s    community   from Russians, Afghanistanis, Chinese,  Trade unionists,  and Scottish nationalists   welcome you  to Tesco carpark,  along  the  shore,  this supermarket  carpark by that 2000 year old   archaeological   monument the Clickimmin Broch  
Those   splendidly secure  personae   follow   your   walk  loaded down by shopping bags, all the  way back to the  esplanade   which  together   with Commercial rd   is the   centre  of   town,   You  can take money out of the  post office  and  pay  for  some electricity   credit on  the  key.  SO  that is  good,   it is very good,  that   energy future  brokers  are   getting  some use  from your  State pension   while   you are  only to pleased  to   take your trousers down   for a queue of   tabloid  journalists  and    soldiers  recently returned  from their pathological delusional occupation of Afghanistan  in  support   of  the  US   of A .  You  are   saluted   on  your way   to  the charity shops  for second hand books    and  cafes,  for  a snack,     later  you   walk   out the  north road  a bit to buy   paint  from F W######son’s  

​

Since   It was  in  fact   Igni  the  dwarf’  who  blew  this universe bubble   in his  quantum  laboratory   with its  anthropological,  logos will   have  the  use of  yourselves  as  psyche   untermesh  for  those  who do his bidding,    who are      ‘Shatriya‘.  They  are  gung-ho   it is  fine  that we  are    here  in this place  the North British isles,   here to be  entertained ,     as  the butt of   computer playground bullies.   However  it is  a fine thing   that   an optimistic    message     was  delivered    addressed to you   as the  resident  ,   it   arrived this week  If   you  would   take  a free bible study  course  you  could    live  forever and  ever.  
Now   that is  very,   very good.      What is   particularly     fine about  this    eternal   life   in the Shetlands,    the  Rockies    or Perthshire   is  that you   had    been  given  a   cottage   in English    a  log  cabin    or  but and  ben,  Scots,     We  are  sort of   ‘in possession’   though   in   terms of  the  those who see no need for democracrtic es  translation     et al  we  may   be   3rd or 4th  estate,,  even  fifth   we  ‘reside’    on an estate, and   must therefore  be  the assignee   because  we  live  in the  rural parts of   the isles.      DO we then   possess   a  fragment of  the  Earth.    albeit  in a   sort of  Spatial   warp,   where  a  hosting   of little  Anthony’s ,

  cottaging  toilet snoopers    and   the reactionary  assertive  dominants  

were  then  'merely'  computer   louts  ‘created’   by Igni   they  play  flash  card   fuck you.    It is   so  good to be   the  target of  this delightful   attention.    all day  and  all   night,   pelting   us  with  very smart   folders,   and   splendid  that  the personae      enjoy   overhearing    our  curses  and  profanities,   via   a ‘short  wave  club’   which is  permitted   to   stretch the  rules of  licensing   as a  sort of  territorial   dominance  over lordship.   

Every day   a ‘hosting’  of  smart gadget   loons   playing   war  games   and  ‘Shoot  the  old bastard‘  ,  it is  so much  fun and   half the police  force  would like a shot   too,     beating  the old   boy  Mr St Lawrence @   cloud  cuckoo ,  Eshaness,     Northmavine,  NW   Shetland isles  .  While  Shetland islands  council   makes  a  good profit  from  their  investments   they   must be   pleased    for   US   though    things are not so good  for   a seven that  we were   arrested and  flown   in the darkling   early hours of the morning    to  Aberdeen,   to   a  mental   institute   RCH Tory land @ Aberdeen .uk, thus avoiding the inconvenience of habeas  corpus,     However  the most  wonderful    aspect of  this  life  eternal must be   that  there  will be an infinity  of   opportunity  for   killing  the old bastard, and  it will never  loose its   thrill.    

May he  enter by  Da gaet di Gott,   Mr St Lawrence,  the   martyr,  and   Police Scotland   couldn’t   catch  they  security  snoopers   even if they had   tried,  they  pretend they have a computer  forensic   systems  analyst,    they are  really  to cheap,    Besides   they   don’t have  any  Igni   created  very  polished  person   for a  chief  constable,   having   their  own   organisational    created   distinguishing  ranks ,    there  is an Area  Commander.  It   is  good   that   he  can not   ‘see’   Anthony’s  flash cards at all, he is blind to  poltical pressure groups falsh cards and little Anthony  and  deaf  to  the  RF     shortwave  club     suggestion..  

​

And  actually   it is   better than good  if    M,   St Lawrence   doesn’t   write any more of  this  imitation    Jerome Bixby,  because  Short wave  club   Anthony   is always   listening,  he   knows  everything ,   he  hears   your pin number,  he listens  to  your phone  calls,    he  knows  your  email   and face book  addresses,   he   can   freeze  your   laptop screen   at any time  he   can  send  your body   to  the   cornfield, > peat bank   with  all the    dead  cats  and   where  is   old  Hassel,   who  used to be   your neighbour,  Well that is  not so splendid is it, nor all the others missed,  cast  ofour little pocket  universe  is shrinking.
However   of all  Igni’s   amusing  short wave  club   qie ting  qi    listeners and webcam   audience who ‘follow’     there is   this   wee  shite  is the   favoured  one,     little Anthony  the  goblin,  keeps  his pointy ears between  the  antennae and  knows all,   who    had   sent   doc   to the  cornfield   after he  had  tried  to  flush  him down the toilet,   at birth.  And  that is   from Jerome Bixby,  a steal.  FOrtunately    nhs Scotalnd   has  survived    that  early   experience,  we are promised    a permanent    re   supply of   locums,   for  the Shetland  isles,   particularly   for the Brae  health clinic   directly  opposite  the Brae Police  station .     That  is  secure  ,    and Tony Blairs  gun  cupboard is   locked,   which is  very   good too.  

 St Lawrence and   any  unemployed   person   from Mossback   waiting   @  the  Toytown  bus  shelter   may  very well be   targeted   with  some    fuck off  flash  cards    but  it is   also   good   that this is  the  rightful   state of affairs,   Unless   those  old boys  and  old   girls , and   the  unemployed    are  accommodating   they  may    in fact   be   sent  to the  RCH Toryland, Aberdeen  with   no suggestion of ‘habeas corpus‘

by a set of  seven   tor y   led  clowns  at your  front  door.  .    or  permanently  to

to the peat bank,   ex  cornfield.  Are  you   ready   to take on  the   Short   wave  club,  

Tory Charade?     not  just   for  3 weeks   or  3  days  but       for  all  of  an eternity   ?  

 There may not  be a cornfield   next to   your  place,  in the North British isles   but there   is  lots of  ocean.   

All    that     in  the manner of Jerome Bixby, 

,   It   is   probably  a very,  very  good thing  that   perhaps  40,000   unlisted persons   are regularly  being   ‘treated ’   to this   experience    the  flash card   system  with  a  ‘million selfie‘  Swipe, and , porno snapshot   folders,   and  those    most   special   archives and  libraries       ‘wake up’   video sequences   you old tosser,    young   bastard,    old baggage,   trade unionist    or Scottish nationalist,     a   competition     for  who   made   the  looniest     video  edited  sequences. 
How    splendid,    what a superbly enriched     existence   your  sheltie,   I  mean  selfie  to  always    enjoy   this    attention    Perhaps  in   the passive,    possessive,   this  always   being  done   to  your   selves,   this   arrangement   permanently   in  place .     You   will  be  particularly   compliant   in  sleepy bye  land   cloud cuckoo ,    compliant,

Little  demon  Anthony   his  downloaded flash card  sequences  projecting  on your subconscious,    unconscious……………ehm  'psyche'   
Anthony   has  also   got into  the  archive of   slumberland  video   and  such   eccentric  visual material,  now  an automata,  The machine software bundle   retrieves,    targets  via   a   vector   intersection program, aims  turret beacons   using   CNC   arctan    degrees,     and  very  fine    magnetic  field   rotations,  ,    He    projects  via led   outlet  devices   suitably  placed   beyond  your bedroom windows,     All this   run  from  de regulated   telecommunication channels,   it is all  very  very    good   isn’t    Anthony   OFCOM.s      responsible  person?      

 

Postscript    on  imitative   style
  it is  particularly  fortunate   that I  haven’t   been sent  to   the   ,  peat bog  we dont  seem to have  a cornfield   yet, though      some  of   the   cats   are  gone .   Tiddles,  Buttons,   Spotty,   and   Scruffy, is  just  out there   under  the   drying  green.