The General

Extract No.1

NOVEMBER TWENTY TWENTY-FOUR

HE’S GETTING IN

On the Final Weekend of the Before, a life flashes before the eyes

November five, a night for starting again and we’re in a time of starting to start so

Firework Tosser Fortnight, the Idiot Imaginary, the Dickheadocene well the

Prelude to the Underture of the Nth Dark Age, Dr Dee, I can read all by myself

Those many Doctors all one, not just Faust and his parallels, Celine and Loki and on

Dr Dolittle a racist schizoid vet sweating out impotent colonial dreams

He cannot talk to the animals, £65 an hour, will work for booze and papers so

He staggers right out the past and slots straight in, next to our Nige, who wanks cats for baccy

The wizard was right, Beasts of the Sea will arrive any moment, on the 192

It is not that all bets are off, no, it is that they are all on, all bets are on, are on

Repeat

How’ll we gno North Korea is in the war well tharl gno wen thar finds sum dedduns I can

Read all by myself, all bets are on, underture for prelude to propression by mayhem

Kay Kay Aitch on Ex asks ‘what will you do with the final weekend of the Before?’ you

lived that lost world like it would never end which maybe explains how I am now it has, is

Objectively The End of the World As We Know It and I Don’t Feel Fine, no sir, it is

When they say nobody thinks it’s a good idea it implies a lot of people but

But still also means nobody, words in the universal, no addressee, or address

Liverpool Lime Street cancellations across the board the staff explain it was Just Stop Oil

And you think populism hasn’t been fully installed yet well you are slow slow slow slow slow slow

See Donald hisses and points in a carriage which did not start to move at twenty oh five

Have you noticed that everyone’s saying ‘good job’ nowadays?

Right at the point when there aren’t any left

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