# infinite dodgy gee-zors glitch in which one not-so secretly suspects one's entire flat is rotten an infinite social-distortion glitch occurs there - in which an endless series of what net theorist robert what calls 'dodgy gee-zors' turn up at random times both day and night let's put it this way a lot of people in such a lousy mass housing unit permanently 'work from home in the service industries' make of that what you will - the point is i need to _get the flock out of here_ at the nearest available financial opportunity being in close proximity to such citizens makes my social anxiety increase severely (specially given my own dear family's chequered history - and how awfully these utter baskets treated ir own son) and i hate feeling constantly in paranoid fear of whatever bs they might get up to today i caught some rando rockstar in a safety hazard vest was taking pictures of the stairwell with his mobile - now what the shed would someone be doing that for on a quiet unsupervised sunday was he perhaps checking the width of the stairwells as to make sure the future ease with which he and his colleagues might move substantial quantities of furniture who knows - what i know is my london-tuned instincts want to beat such strangers with a burning kayak paddle and then ask questions later if only had our own nice little warm secure house in the upper middle class sun - complete with a professional grade samurai sword above the door - or maybe one of those amazing long hooked tribal machetes my uncle had on display on his own urban lintel ah once again the (/often overblown) fear of crime and criminality eats into the fragile over-stressed heart of the sensitive local urban artist who 'only wants to sit quietly and securely on his own playing vidyagarmz and helping create little artistic snapshots of daily creative live in the republic' // republic of bob