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#Recruiter; “You threw it all the way, Dēëė?


#Dee; “𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 . . ___


“ ℐ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔; [ ... ]

𝚊𝚗 𝙰𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗,

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

𝙸’𝚖 𝙣𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚑 𝚗𝚘-𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. [ ... ]

& 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚘𝚋,

    𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚗; ... 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎̄ 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 & 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠; 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝


#Recruiter; “But, wuddow I say?


#Dee; “𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢   𝙄 ’𝙢  𝙗 𝙖 𝙘 𝙠.

      “& 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

“𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙎𝙩. ... Belfort was a Rats dinner ...


& 𝙢𝙮 𝙁𝙤𝙭𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.


#Recruiter; “ ... ___ [ ... ]


#Dee; ... "Even the Dogs are stealing their Frogs as the black Cats watch me;



What Sets Us Apart

I get some kinda sick thrill

Applying to jobs these days


It used to bore me ...

But now; 

it’s like sending a funny little bomb in the post

[ DUKE licks a stamp from the Dog Section ]


I remember the days

when I got calls from agents


#Recruiter; “Wanna go Sapient Nitro or Fossil Fuels, Night Ruins, Glue, Spink & Spunk? Fjord, Sold & Claw’d; McCann, another prat on the map & yap lap rap



It’s embarrassing just to utter their names 


I just liked getting outta the house 

between my wheels & deals


a large list of the most toxic agencies out there was regularly on my dinner plate


The names were just well engraved logos 

on my 9mm rounds; ™️ ...


#Dee; “Whos the client? 

#Recruiter; “ ...


It was always one of the top 1000 most evil corporations in the world


Advertising, Service Design

It was all the same bullshit corporate line


Houses full of people

in service of the filthy rich non-entities


I knew it bees all lies from day rye;

I became a shadow, in & out of the enemy lines, surrounded by corporate minds


Everyday I sat about 

Chatting to mateys in rowlez

All loathing what the industry stood for;


And the muppets who loved it

Were either lovely chaps or just twats


I was busy & made; signed

saved the world on my own paradigms


& speaking to thē logos years before;

the voice, not the word𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨.


We called IT; TRADE


Dee; “Let

     the Crows 



& I’ll empty thy gons,

Into their guts ...

While Harlē sucks on lolly popz


As the Gods sing holy songs

For all their fucking wrongs ...


They are sitting ducks

& none of them give a fuck




Recruiter; “They will all fall ...

Because they did nothing at all

& thus fell;


on their own swords.

Pissraker of corporeal fakers ...

Raker; { “Like the Reaper.


Most Holy of Jokes

To bellow fire of ages

Into corporate zombies 

      on #DietCoke


“Knowlsh the future

     Fewh suppose ...


Most deadly of #creative hippies.


Recruiter; “I thought you were stars.

Dee; “They fell to planets like Mars ...


Where dead lovers 

    play oldē Guitars.







even Harlequin drags in; these .   .

      Strange delights from Neon Nights




Dee; “Hey I’m looking for a #VoidAudioArtist

Recruiter; “ ...

Dee; “ [ ... ] .        .       


*Clears throaty ...



“I am the fire 

  & the stoke.


I breathe blood;

As holy smoke ...


I raise Hell

In heavens ownth spells


Where Earth rejoices in Reama.


I sang the songs of Neon Paradise; 

Under the Moons of rarest Wolves.


I opened the gates in minds;

of lost sacred paradigms .     .


& Judged 

those who claimed 

Corporate fame;


When the righteous 

threw fame;      into flames .      .


I am the rage of generations

That seek to folde yē corporate souls.


& you will know 

& fear 

my true name; 

As if it is the Lords.



#Recruiter; “What you up to Dēëė? ___ ...


#Dee; “𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙤𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚 . .


“ ... 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝑜?


#Recruiter; “Oh Dave ... ))


#Dee; “𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 . . 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘸𝘩

“𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃.

𝙸𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 ...

𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 &,


𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 ...

𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬 . .

тнσѕє ωσя∂ѕ 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠


'𝒮𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓎 𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃, ℬ𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓉-𝓂𝑒-𝓃𝑜𝓉𝓈 ...

𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁𝓈.'


#Recruiter; “ ... Where will you be, what will you become . . ?


#Dee; “𝘍𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥. & 𝙎𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 . . 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎, 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?”

... ℳ𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓈. ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℐ 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝑜.