Wednesday, May 20, 2015

The Electric Supply

This morning's power cut sent the mind to wandering deep into the corridors of the conspiracy theorist. Fairly convinced it was a deliberate act on the part ne'er-do-well control freaks hell bent on disciplining my own personal and sometimes erratic fabric. Never have fully trusted the automated meter reader, and it's a well known fact that all electrical outlets are listening devices. The new squirrely light bulbs emit frequencies that can read thoughts and report back to a Supreme Court composed of nine John G. Roberts clones.

It was probably something I said in a moment of intense reverie, a profound utterance which due to poor sentence construction and incorrect punctuation was misunderstood, reported to higher authority, someone called Sammy, a knock kneed, spotty faced, non-smoking twenty something with an Oedipus complex, skinny girl friend, a passion for Mars Bars and Star Wars. For two hours I learned to hate Sammy. And it just seems wrong to be so emotionally attached to the electric supply.

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