a bit of that old refrain, by a street poet no less, "winner, winner, chicken dinner".

I was talking to the owner earlier.  Actually being talked to, in the vernacular, the dull language.  Dude talking about a Lamborghini Hurricane or some stupid shit.

Say what they would, they didn't say I was wrong about my last rant.

But such was part of the new way, to talk faster and befuddle "them" into tangles.

 Anyway.  I was thinking some of what the owner said was kind of out-of-date, not unlike my own musings of old times and thusly I put up my antennae up to see what I could see, hear what I could hear.

Results were surprising.

They really, really did not at all like my rant.  Which is interesting because a lot of the people spurred to react were really part of the problem in the first place.

It hit me also, after I mentioned filing a law suit, that I had kind of a coded list, where I was being told to make a manifesto or something, an "affidavit" of harassment and humiliation at the hands of the people in Rockingham.  One of them mentioned they had access to video footage, and imagine, Rockingham watching me on some hidden video, as I write a tell-all about them.

 Just something else for them to talk about?

Or the guy that got financially stable behind a bunch of pain and suffering at the hands of strangers in his work environment.

That was part of the sin-consciousness thing, that they had a "file" and their "videotape" and such other, so if I made any misstep it would be well-known, and in some ways, in twists of language, it would come back, as if I confessed my sin into a cave.  But by then, I'm not feeling any kind of guilt, necessarily, but rather feeling damaged by the actors or whatever they thought they were.  Comedians, porn stars.  There was talk in the direction of the porn star angle, such as measuring each other's pricks, to maybe form some kind of rating system or something.

Anyways.  The sin-consciousness thing.  Wasn't really working after a few weeks because I felt like the victim of the whole thing.  I heard inklings about being like a "director", but really, having no privacy, and no real life to speak of was kind of an object of lament, with me thinking I would trade that unenviable position for a lot of different things.