You think everything you say ought to be recorded?

      Hell why not Why do you think I have these toetotoe battlesconversations with corporate underlings who have their heads up their ass and believe were gonna to submit to corporate dalliance without complaint or rancor 

This call may be recorded for quality and security purposes.   

Horseshit Inside every call tree yare assured by a recorded voice calls may be recorded No Ask for a transcript Theyll say they have to submit a request  curtly Submit   That will take twentyfour to seventytwo hours.   Okay Fine Todays Tuesday morning Ill expect a telephone call Friday morning  Seventytwo hours  that hangs like shitty coils of flypaper in the phone line  Youve called their bluff  An likewise youve given them ample opportunity to admit that not every call is recorded  akin to the threat of a surveillance camera in a lobby is recording  which isnt legitimate  the cameras a mockup  its sole purpose is to inspire fear

Inspire fear?

Were basted in fear

Do you think you’re fearless?

Fear Whas the point 

                       Fears a leverage Everyone paranoidlooking over their shoulder they walkout into traffic get runover THATS their faultthey werent watchin where they were going 

That’s interesting.

Innarestin is ambivalent Try again

 

So your every utterance should to be recorded?

Why not What I say might be garbage but then one mans garbage is another mans treasure

Tone is recordedits nuances rhythms pauses emphases   All tells  all telling wha comes out of my mouth arent lies 

Yare knitting your brow

they quit

Yare stroking your chin

they quit

Yare worrying your lips

they quit 

Ya oughta listen to me asif I was whispering 

                                               Listen intently asif yare hard of hearing  because I am easily worth the price of admissionmy words are like drops of rain on parched earth a gentle wash soothing an exhausted body soothing tired eyes an appeasing murmur in your ears like a melodious songbird  unlike lies desperatewanting to be believed true

My voice comes from behind a mask you most want to see your deceit my words cradle you theyre coloured whirlingvapours the smell of incenses they live inside flickering quivering small candleflames

Listen to me 

             Become a child again without notions of hurt without anger without doubt

Be pinkskinned again wideeyed gentle 

                                           Take my words like mothersmilk  your eyelids growing heavy as you suckle and closing and suckling you dreamdream fantastic dreams fearless dreams  Why my words ought to be recorded

Yacant possibly note them verbatim or commit to memory

They have to be recorded

An when were lied to those lies need to be called out held up 

Theyre liars    

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