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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