Phantasmagoria

With every catch the dissolve breaks.
With every breath there is nausea and discharge
Passing through the creature harmlessly.

It's not me. I don't do anything. It's not about me.
I'm the dandy man. I'm the dandelion.
I'm not that. I'm it. Whatever I lift, falls.
My praxis dissolute never reaches fruition:
Dead on arrival.

If anyone was to racially torment me,
I would terminate the contract.
I terminate the contract anyway,
After the invoice has been signed.

Took away my life and love? You took them away?
Took away my holy, holy, holy, my victory over nature?
Then you terminate our contract.
Then you involve yourself in my private Hell.
But I terminate the contract anyway.
So it doesn't matter what I say,
Or whether I ever said it in the first place or not.
The future is a reality.
I never lie. I never break the —

— Electric shock! Phantasmagoria!
Nothing stands in the multiplexus.
Phantasmagoria, I am calling you!
Ether and air. Evaporation. Cold hands. Dead heart.
The pressure liquefies.
I'm so bored with invocation. It's a branch of knowledge.
The tube train makes me sweat. It removes the boxes.

Push a button. Fill out a form.
I obey. It's all under remote control.
Don't mind, I left a mark,
The controlled ark of Armageddon.
Supine figures of hate, doing what you're told.
You're plastic.

Hate! Hate! Hate!
Oh, father, why have you forgiven me?
I knew what I was doing.

If you want reception, I want the Hades Upper Circle.
From this point on, data tart, I want insignia, kudos,
I want to get out of the city.
I hate all the English!

Phantasmagoria is grievous bodily harm. Not just a slap.
Phantasmagoria is catharsis, convulsion, discharge.
Not just a slight fever.

You walk like an animal into the cinema
With your data protection and your graduate's degree.
Everything is there.
I'm going to go for the squirrel Cornish,
The rodent control, guttersnipe.
You walk like a sheep stalked by a wolf.
I hate all the English! In 1950, I . . .
— ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,
Ha — Hate! Hate! Hate!

Let's stay.

Look, will you just get on with it?