Newsy Phone-Tag: a reporter breaks their phone

NEWSIE PHONE TAG

and no frig of my wig no matter how fab can bring back my phone to me

i will be the lost bird of no mate, the fad flamingo of the pink frames

goddammit too Proactivity Meeting with the Heirs again those mechanical voices of Emilion and Julien

(let’s stay strong)

there’s a Ton going on

so let’s stay urgent

let’s stay smart

and above all people, I (we) can’t stress it enough

ladies and gentleman

[nods to Snobbs] and Dear Madam

Let’s Stay Newsy

THERE’S A LOT OF NEWS OUT THERE

and I for one despite all your Ladies and Gentleman, and Dear Madam, I the Signora always stay newsy

anyway...Dudes for Does and Fabled Femmes is just around the corner, probably open if its not burned down... it’s just a phone, it doesn’t matter, I can get a new one...when the hand is a velvet hammer and the taffeta fades,

Phone tag is ended... I feel so cut off, the screen is shattered

[narrator: spiderweb rupture]

hairline wig wonder we wow you/ I need no One Single Phone or One Single Phone Plan to steal the show/ being what I am

but still, that was sensitive information I had on there

what if...

gotta get to the powder room

pop on a new disguise

[fuck the phone that keeps on beeping message ringing dinging receipt of urgency: someone is desperately trying to reach me and I can’t tap in to the telepathy

bending is better than ending

pick it up prick

cut off (indeed)

out of communication

can you hear me now

never an answer to the question or even a framework for it

[LA VOIX HUMAINE opera by Poulenc] the Isolation of the Soul

brain me my network my lil flatscreened braintree birdie tweets

Being-there and

Being-here

always everywhere for never anywhere

No-Longer-There

twitterpated

Telegram my instants past:

and in such a moment of discovery, they cut me off, emphatic Dear Madam insta-silence, an epigram

I want to be better mediatized than that

what if I get locked out of my Account?

who mediates? I don’t even know where I am: the streets of this town can be as bad as cyber space

I have a PC, a Laptop, a Tablet, and a Yellow Pad

at home

and at the office there’s...\

however, I can’t go home now

I cannot set foot in the office

NOT NOW

and it’s because I do not want to be one of the millions of faces in their digital graveyard, approval rating dropped and social credit destroyed Account Deleted and blacklisted forever, a random bit of accumulation in the strange space of the Web Book, space of faces, where fates are factored

I am an anti-social medium

I had such dirt in those interviews but especially in those snippets and snatches I got from the Tap while wearing my wonderly in that black little number with maroon blouse overtop shaking the sun out like sequins by the window and thanks to the wig arts no smell of widow hairspray

I could change at will

but I am what I am

I was the sleuth for the talking heads coquetting for secrets behind the screen, eschewing media socials but never a yellow rag palindrome: hell, I can even make yellow work with the right lipstick and shadow pen

I CRAVE THE POWER AND THE FACE TIME and I would rule their Image Factory of Facts better than They

((Shit! Too many palomas maybe? If it weren’t for that I wouldn’t have dropped it on the goddam pavement, stone cold killer of so many heels so far))

CUT-OFF! [Fuck]

If I could only pass this Predicament off as the work of trans-dimensional reptilians, Lezard PPL fr/ either the 4th or the 5th Dimension, [but if the 5th then I have to find Filler for the 4th]

the Reptile Lords of the deep and piercing Eye wish to sow strife into our world because they feed off its fruits; they bask their cold blood in the cosmic glow of our Negative Energy from the Shadows of the 4th Realm

the Lizard Race of Ancient Alien Babble, seeds planted in the worship of the scaly Reptile Gods of our past patriarchal oppressors

Nurturing the seeds of strife the Babble Sabotage

Operation extends in acts great and small throughout the ages of history

the Latest Example of Which is The Destruction of My Phone my android intelligence genius and reconnaissance good spirit: O Reptilian Slime, does your cruelty know no bounds? Do you laugh at me from your mighty interdimensional citadels, shedding your skin and restoring your artificial youth with every war started, every organ harvested, every child raped and exploited, every human trafficked, and every phone smashed cruelly on the villain pavement? If you would go there, where wouldn’t you go?

as if all that weren’t enough

but this

this...

CUT

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