Testy

She gives good cheekbone.

 

We need to spike their guns.

 

Probably a tumour’s eating me inside out.

 

I’m being sparky. I’m being impish.

 

A broken robot. That’s what you are.

 

Saying mwah.

 

Your angst is giving me angst.

 

Is that, like, nice laughing?

 

We’ll go full fucking beast.

 

What’s our play? What’s philosophy’s play? What’s a play? It’s business speak.

Is that what we’re doing now?

 

Our Marcus Aurelius bust.

What would Marcus Aurelius say to all this?

 

We have to act on the world. We have to make things happen. See I know how to speak business.

 

It’s all about the philosophy succession.

 

A self regarding popinjay.

 

Are you going to plant a flag, Shiva?

 

We’re suicide bombers, really. That’s our worldview.

 

What’s our angle?

 

So this is the command pod.

 

Cancer of the career.

 

Meep meep motherfucker. That’s Roadrunner.

 

She wants to play captain my captain.

 

It’s all upside from here.

 

Courtesy pastries.

 

Minion wrangler.

 

It’s just sea-mist. Vapour. It blows away.

 

Scuttle the fleet.

 

Do you wanna spitball?

 

She wanted to be the Big Beast.

 

Six moves ahead.

 

I think we need philosophy medals.

 

You’ll end up editing Mind.

 

I’ll put a pin in that one.

 

We have to, like, eradicate hope. They can’t do anything to you if you have no hope.

 

Let’s take stock. Where are we?

 

Just shopping in the marketplace of ideas.

 

We want a clean kill.

 

Von Boring.

 

Chicken licken bullshit.

 

Nut-nut. Fuck-fuck.

 

X, rubber necking.

 

What’s the opposite of backslapping?

 

I don’t think we’ve dragged each other own sufficiently. It’s what we know how to do.

 

Is this mission control?

 

Bad fucking juju.

 

My senses are heightened. The air smells sweeter. Like you’re catch of the day.

 

Testy.

 

It’s like a 5D catastrophe.

 

Would you call us, merry?