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"Well I loved The Strike Jats, thank you! I'd wondered what that picture of the inestimable Al Pacino was about when I last saw that post of yours " went Dejavu, propping up his third person as best he could under the circumstances, knowing it was to fold, flop, falter, fail, fall apart and whatever other things with an f there were to occur to it. He then winked at the little mouse. "Yes young ones, everything is forever, and not all things must end!" he laughed, heartily, all things told, taking full pleasure in the duresslessness of his address.

Life, as Dejavu understood it, was long enough to live on.

 

...ah welcome back dejavu, so what you been up to... a new post then as the revolution continues...

Jats shoves doughnuts in his mouth again, kind of a late breakfast "...so no news today then..." Jats asks of the slot seeing nothing but idle gossip dominating forumland, the odd transfer of a gladiator, or some 'celebrity' news, and that's about it, as nothings happening fast enough for anyone to notice again "...though I'm sure stuff is going on in the background, gathering momentum, plans upon plans..." as Jats ponders on his idea of throwing the TV out, moving the sofa and putting a monitor up on the wall instead linking it into the acer on the coffee table where he could watch pretty much anything now, when he wanted, and for free "...take ourdearmedia giants for example, they're always busy lobbying their own interests and desperately appearing on the internet now as the corporations just gobble up the little guys who have done what they should, sold up, got rich quick and we all applaud them as they drive off in their Ferraris and so greed is good again, and everything becomes pay per view, subscripted and censored nicely, just like everywhere else then... don't believe me then, just try not paying your tv license here in the uk, and see what happens..." chuckles the chameleon seeing the sleepers awakening slowly now and trying hard to ignore the atrocious spelling in this revolution from englands living rooms

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqTahesGfCk&list=PLpMOKBu7Lz3GKudVRhaaBeZpiCS3RAsPk"]TVL Goon LIES ON TAPE.. - YouTube

 

The little mouse laughs as she returns to this place and finds the chameleon and DejaVu exchanging thoughts. "What a coincidence," she says and smiles. "A chameleon and a 'blast from the past' all at once and right in time. Get rid of that TV Jats, nothing on it anyway, unless you like to watch set-ups that pretend to be real life, or real life that pretends to be drama, or was it drama that pretends to be TV? I get confused with all the Storage Hunters, Eastenders living on Coronation Street where they have the X-Factor in their Big Brother House and watch the Gogglebox, or was that TV? Never mind me," she says as she takes her fleece of. "What was it again? Oh, yes. Get rid of the TV and spend the time doing things that I'm sure the missus will welcome you to." Laughing she rises to get to that cold kitchen and prepare some food, after the washing up is done.

 

"Thanks jats, me, just enjoying time away from this here live-writing lark." replied Dejavu, at a terrible length, thinking to himself of how funny it would be to be able to reply that he'd gone and won the lottery, that dream so varied amongst the multitude for all its common currency. Thinking of how he would stay hungry as it were, though not before hypocritically removing himself from the ever-increasing madness of the 'work-force', like he'd ever really been a part of it. "If I were rich quick, I'd secede from society faster than a... " But not this one, he thought, not that of the live ones. If the brightest have always known the revolution is a ball, is the world itself, he wondered, haven't they then known also that it is only a matter of time before the world no longer has time outside of its laughter for the religious ugliness, the furrowed brow and dull eye, the stupidity that has always asked where we go home to then after the event? But he checked himself, knowing he didn't know if anyone had ever yet really known this. Preparations for celebration should themselves be celebratory, he reasoned sensibly, failing to wait for the thing to begin. He stood, and shook himself free of his daydream. "So where do we all go from here then?!" he laughed.

 

The little mouse laughs as she downs the last of her drink, after saving it from a sponge. "The thing doesn't begin it is always there, within you, the only thing you have to do is give in and get on with it." She gets up to fill the glasses again. "Religious ugliness and human nature will take care of the problem humanity imposes on the earth, no stopping the demise or the rats in the race, too bad the ones that got off the wheel will most likely suffer the same fate, for all humans are alike and in the end they all come to the end, sooner of later. Until then, let's have a good time and enjoy the daydream before the sleeper has to awaken."

 

"No beginning, but an ending?!" laughed Dejavu, his mouth thirsting for a drink, or even just some ice to crunch on. "Bring on the best time, not these good ones that people never find good enough to let roll, and I'll bet, everything I have, that we don't have to pack it all in." He grinned, looking at the picture the mouse posted from scanners. "Humans have got something much stronger than the kill switch if they are game enough for it, the dionysian bastards!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O4PeZ6YsbQ8"]Paradox - A Certain Sound - YouTube

 

...a new one, from elsewhere...

"...greedy robbing bastards, death and fucking taxes..." cries Jats again after returning from playing with the new carving bar out in the yard, the start of which being delayed by the second leftenant ambushing Jats on waking, and dangerously without even time for any caffeine ingestion having the days post and daily chores at the ready, including the car tax where they are suddenly saying the new truck is not low emissions euro 4 after all, even though it is, and demanding twice as much as they should, but the second leftenant is on to it now, and will give them what for thinks Jats escaping from dailylifes grasp for a moment then "...though often as not flea it's this very hum drum narrative of what one is escaping here that is the story after all..." suggests Jats flicking the sawdust from his knees and thinking what to do next then with the rare rain free day in the shire today, and so goes off to get more wood then "...more wood, more wood, it's all about wood now..." chuckles Jats happily following in the warm glow of her wake, though noticing he has lots of cushions and stuff all around the little cottage by the canal, as if by magic somehow

 

"...following this as always..." went the goblin feeling quite uninspired today, adding "...but what does it matter that my mind is an utter blanc at this point, I still have to escape somehow, whether it's on writer's forums or christian forums or trolls forums then, in fact anything not to note the fast moving gray sky above, which is about only fast moving thing it seems...", yes the bistro was lively though, only that the goblin didn't want to meet real people now, sighing "...no, this internet is on my terms, whereas my dailylife is what is expected of me, oh great, it boils down to a choice between a virtual reality that isn't isn't reality and a dailylife that is all fake..."

 

The little mouse laughs as she thinks of how men often perceive the woman's mind to be all about the cock or any other thing apart from the one that is actually in the woman's mind?. "Real wood, Jats? Or is it merely a metaphor and is there more 'wood' because of the missus?" Giggling the little mouse moves her own pillows around to sit more comfortable on the sofa before she has to get up and stoke a fire. "I could do with some wood, Jats." And laughing she rises to pour herself a drink.

 

"Yes, the hopeless escape from performing for the world by secreting oneself in it." said Dejavu sympathetically. "The personal rent asunder by the politics of publicity and privacy... could it be... doesn't the only real hope have to be the transmogrification of the daily-life!?" he laughed. "Easier said than done of course but the saying itself is a doing of sorts, and if enough of us become the sorts who do what they say, then surely will come the day..." He didn't finish his sentence, for at that moment the dulleye life had announced it his time, and not to transform it either. Quietly, he put on a track before pretending to meet the demands of his captor.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsLazV6XX94"]Jonny L - This Time (Cool Dub) - YouTube

 

...a repost then...

"...while not disagreeing with what women want, for what do I know, I will say though when you feel that hand placed on the small of your back he is not thinking of any emotional attachment at that particular time, oh no it is just animal instinct..." and the chameleon is so happy now he can use that pig gif finally "...then there is the argument that it is learned behaviour which is pretty difficult when you haven't got a clue what they are saying in their woman language, see we are simple beasts even if we are capable of sonnets, surprising moments of romantic gestures, or remembering birthdays even, despite whatever gift you get, and need to be told exactly and without uncertainty, or we will obliviously continue to have our 'man' moments innocently, and as you look from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again it is impossible to say which is which at times..."

 

The little mouse laughs. "What women want, Jats? Simple things, to be loved, cherished, pampered, and yes that too." She rises to prepare a delicious espresso, happy to have listened and held on to a tangible remnant of a past life. "Do you actually mean men are pigs?" She calls from the kitchen. "Or merely implying that mankind is nothing more than walking, talking animals ruled by natural lust and will do what it takes to fulfil it?" The little mouse eyes the bacon in the fridge and contemplates on helping herself to a piece of pig. "Or shall I wait for the boar to come home and show just what a pig he is?" Laughing she prepares a cheese sandwich to go with the coffee. "I could tell you what women want, Jats."

 

"...ah as long as he takes out the bins too hey, and all those other chores..." smiles Jats enjoying the quietness and almost emptiness of the little cottage by the canal once more with the left over dinner plate lying next to him on the floor where it will remain until Jats fucking feels like it, from now on "...yes did you know that a third of modern couples break up now due to the chores, with twenty or so percent only very reluctantly admitting breaking up over such trivia, ashamed of having done so, where others sing proudly their song for all to hear, who are the ones then that probably never listened at all for yes all one really needs to understand is to actually listen to what someone is actually saying, but then again, that's not always as easy as it looks..." chuckles Jats at finding his self again on the page, seeing clearly now and adding "...though the signs are there, you just have to look through the murky red mist of love..."

 

It seemed to a not so anonymous whatever that a pig was better at making footballs than carrying them to the goal line.

 

...ah dopey, I've missed that cryptic tongue of yours... a repost then where the trolls just kept on coming...

"...and here he comes, right on cue..." chuckles the chameleon wringing his hands together with glee "...no I would never reveal anything to you, and how could I then? When you don't read my posts, or was that you just lying then for the sake of argument..." smiles the chameleon "...but it's no matter to me if you want to pretend you can't read, nor reason, for we have met before, you and I, though I play no game, although some perceive it as such, and play the same old tunes that they do in daily life, revealing their self betrayed by the same old style..." the chameleon smiles at the familiarity "...see a wise man knows himself to be a fool, and lets go of hatred, while others seek out the warrior within to destroy the happiness of others, and yet are often first to cry when the quiet man suddenly rises from his calm and smites them where it's perceived as injustice then, no lessons learned, and so, I can be of no help to a blind man then..." Jats shakes his head smiling while the chameleon scurries to get more posts at the ready for those that do see now

 

...yes roll on the world cup then, which may prompt a bit of intellectual debate somewhere perhaps...

and as usual Jats spots those that can and can't play within seconds, where it's just the same with American football, phrases like 'pussies in all that padding' give it away where for sure there is someone who has never had a three hundred and fifty pound lunatic trying to tear his face off for sure... same too on the real football/soccer pitch, especially when there are no cameras about to act up to "...yup xxxxx, while one or two might be gay, as one or two are everywhere, statistically, the majority would still run rings round you and send you rolling around on the floor in agony while making it look like an accident..." laughs Jats flicking the ball up from the floor and over his head, which bounces slightly off the lamp shade and so compensates his volley slightly which, with a deflection from the washing machine, sails cleanly through the doorway of the downstairs toilet as Jats cries 'GOAL' and then flicks the kettle on wondering "...you ever thought of teaching perhaps, probably more your thing..."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AblnsNXLKI&feature=relmfu"]The Drunk - Armstrong And Miller Be A Teacher - YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QU8lAo3OKyA&feature=relmfu"]Job In A Bar - Armstrong And Miller Be A Teacher - YouTube

 

...or perhaps not, as England limp out of the world cup expectedly... a new one then, prompted by Cheryl Cole's tattooed ass elsewhere...

"...I recognise that ass..." chuckles Jats and thanking @xxxx for making him smile while struggling to cope with being up so damned early seeing the sun just rising and pouring a cup of black coffee here in the little cottage by the canal, that's not quite up for sale yet, but it's just a matter of time now "...ah yes the mistakes I have made, the warnings I have missed, while being blinded by a great ass..." admits Jats not needing to find his self at all on this "...it's hard-wired I know, but they are sometimes just so fucking grabable and to touch, caress and kiss, one has to pay the price, and where for sure there will be a long line of salivating do anything, say anything types ready to take your place (you know the type chaps), it's always good to remind ones self that it's what's underneath the surface what counts..." Jats philosophises a little before crashing around the place, emptying the trash, watering the plants in the greenhouse and borrowing some milk from the lady next door who's bare flat midriff winked at Jats as another reminder during the polite chatter and ongoing neighbourly pact that Jats will miss when he's gone "...yes I have grabbed some fine asses in my time, and perhaps I will grab a few more until I find one with some gravitas then..." smiles Jats more at the rhyme than the reason while sipping a lovely milky cup of tea from the nice clean mug that opaquely reflects Jats sun kissed face, which smiles back, and is ready to face the day now

 

...some reposts from elsewhere, chatting to an emerging livewriter who works with the mentally ill, where I have my own personal psychiatrist on hand now should I need him then...

"...hi Doc, here's a new one. I look forward to your diagnosis..." smiles Jats sipping a brandy tea, the decent stuff for a treat, and continues then "...see that's the trouble with you people..." the chameleon sniggers pleased with himself for remembering not to say the dreaded w word and referring to them as people, just generic humans too "...you just want to hear what you want to hear..." continues Jats flicking the tv on to see which football match he can ignore, until some one scores "...got to be said this way, not that way, how could we say that, and that was the wrong thing to say and the wrong time to say it, and if you are going to say it use the right tone of voice, the soft gentle understanding one despite whatever comes flying our way, and soothe, and pamper, blah, blah, blah..." rants Jats until remembering the highlight of the day where having lunch in the forest proved to be a good idea after spotting it, out of the corner of the eye just there see, at the edge of the clearing striding gently into view, holding his breath instinctively to watch it graze a little, gently, delicately, until its head lifted suddenly and stared Jats right in the eye for a few moments who sat and chewed back at him finishing off the delicious banana he had been munching before, to which it responded by snorting and sniffing the air before sauntering silently through the ferns and out of view again, reminding Jats to wait patiently, quietly, and let them come to you... and then Jats remembers what he was on about and adds "...yes you humans. Sometimes its hard to imagine how you've made it this far..."

 

"...a new one in return then..." Jats mumbles coming in from twenty minutes tending to the greenhouse where it will be a bumper crop this year by the looks of things thereby rewarding Jats time and patience "...I do hope you are keeping these Mort, saving them somewhere..." Jats remembers to mention while still hanging around for the truck to be ready from being fixed and then Jats has to work until dusk to catch up and pay for the darned thing "...for the doctor has to keep his own mind clear when all around are losing theirs remember..." Jats reminds while munching on a banana and jaffa cakes for breakfast enjoying the quiet calmness of the slot and all it's familiarities "...yes onwards now then, whatever we write and wherever this journey takes us..." smiles Jats energised by an hour or so of lying in the sun that bakes down on the shire and concluding that he'll never really change who he is, but he can always change how he thinks

 

....from a "going back to Iraq" thread...

Jats has seen him several times now in the small shabby market town, pushing his stumps around with his muscular arms patched with macho tattoos where it's a pretty good guess, like many popping up all over the country, that he never saw it coming either, boom, legs gone, and so are you feeling gung ho now matey wonders Jats sitting in waiting for the shower to subside and to walk out amongst the humans again "...so one more tour for you then is it xxxxx, well best of luck, and remember that old Bedouin saying to never trust an arab for his smile hides the dagger behind his back..." smiles Jats who gave the same advice to a distant relative, who has made it back, so far, from fighting the phony war on terror and for sure Jats would be far more persuasive should one of the boys decide to fall for the bullshit propaganda that's churned out by ourdearmedia, as that's one told you so that would hold no pleasure, but then they don't have to take my word for it as plenty of others before have fallen for the rhetoric thinks Jats, and then adds "...oh and happy fourth of July in advance then..."