Author: Stuart France

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The demon king… Who originally snared Tripitaka… Is described like this… Flashing eyes… Saw-like teeth… Striped back… Wiry whiskers… Razor sharp claws… And he bears more than a passing resemblance… To the smoke demon… Which erupted from the south tower… When the second plane crashed into it… Although these types of events… Can cast shadows… Back in time… It is unlikely that they reach hundreds of years… Into the past… But then again… Maybe they do… And it is all about the sensitivity of the artist or medium who perceives them… Simulacra are always open to interpretation.

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The echo chamber of the commons… Seems blithely impervious… To the mounting anger in the nation… Their delusional hypocrisy… Is paraded for all to see… Now the sessions are televised… It is difficult… Not to form the thought that… They would struggle to recognise… A real crisis… Despite a lengthy formal introduction… With trumpets… Those whom a few short weeks ago… Were held up as paragons of virtue… Because of their wealth… Are now expelled… From these shores… Because that wealth is suspect… All wealthy people are good… Some wealthy people… Are less good than others.

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In the states… It is much worse… There, the lie has become farce… And the puppet mouths… Keep tripping… Over their lines… Spilling truths everywhere… How long can it continue?… We wonder… Up they leap… For yet another standing ovation… But no one can really understand… What exactly has been said… And if they did… They would remain seated… There is nothing to stand for… But we all know who we are supposed… To be standing with… The last time we looked… Freedom was not wearing lightning insignia… Nor was it conducting human experiments… Toe Fow-Chee… Is that ok?