New Track: satire – room temp mix – hola at yor boy

A new track on SoundCloud “satire – room temp mix – hola at yor boy”:


How to save capitalism

Hmm good Question, with a Q in case of poorly auditrtree fail the first a hopity shoom is not an arealality.First the question then elections. To the most go all directshun. For the fool he gets protection. For the myth of realection. 2 cases before humanity one braces for this calamity. forfiet good inside gold energies. Bring the boo’d and rotten fruit covered insanities. Make G another protection agency. Society protects us from the worst of a man’s evil. when he’s alone he creates gravity. OF situation move from the appathy rapithy no smithy bif wiffy gam jours. Another way this to end pleasurably create an equal and fair society. The most growth attained with good proprieties. I jungle you over the library. NO DISMISS my sobriety I CAME HERE BECAUSE YOU asked me. Blow kisses up your ass till you laugh take a bath zoom right out of the window into the moon. wholly shit here come a great big balloon.

Why with so much cash generated do people need to die of preventable disease, issues CREATED BY GOVERNMENT, poverty and corruption.

Corporation’s Can Save 10% tax if they give 10% profits each year to the only1stworld, shines in silver doesn’t it. This turns golden when the world bank agrees to underwrite any risk to the company going under because of an agreed set of circumstances. One should be war. One should be peace. This is further underwritten as any business in the world can buy the debt in the full understanding that if the criteria of the only1stworld achievement program is met the bond would pay out with any relevant interest.

Operation X


The rackety and repetitive anti-cadences of yOUGOTTHATFUNK’s TUNES and PLAYLISTS suggest modernist MUSICALITY itself as the form moved away from universal declarations of world spirit and dwelled more on the interior life and the inability of the individual to convincingly make totalizing remarks about the make up and purpose of existence. One is always waiting for something to happen to make the body’s labors and the mind’s intellectual over achievements cohere with a serenity that comes only when imagination coincides with actual fact. Beckett’s characters are not much less than obsolete machines that still make noise and are able to move their gears involuntarily, at crossroads awaiting the arrival of an unannounced re assignation, cloistered in boxes responding to daylight and sound with responses mimicking the sluggish grind of old gears.


the wonder of the world

stevie robin meet postman

Random is as random does.

fully compremisted

I lie awake

when i’m tired i’m tired

wired wired

i’m i’m





the obvious





not 1 larger

2 pints of lager

its not possible

to everything is

is preminated

of an action being requested

nothing of nothing


Being shown around the headquarters of RUIN YOUR

Guide – …and so this elevator takes us to the communal area.

PWN “Am i correct in thinking, all the workforce here are victims of childhood abuse?”

Guide – ah, yes, to the point where you can only attain certain senior position if you have killed an abusive parent or guardian as a child.

PWN “How does that work then for promotions and such like?”

Guide – Well firstly it requires full disclosure…

PWN “But does that not require some kind of validation?”

Guide – To an extent yes. However lower ranks can be attained by admission alone.

The elevator doors open.

Guide – This way please.

PWN “So you have some senior positions you cannot get without having done something specific as a child?”

The guide presses the floor selector button.

Guide – Yes but, wait, ah it’s just a message, It can wait. Yes but that’s no different to having qualifications from an education facility or source.

PWN “You cannot , mumble , grates teeth,Rumor has it…”

Lift doors open

Guide – You will understand soon enough we agreed on full disclosure of our practices.