# on under-evolved moral intelligence got up early this morning only to overheard the women in the air bnb in the carpark below talking about me ir and ir cohorts had been staying there giggling laughing and lovelessly dry-humping themselves brainless all goddamn week - and my agony must of disturbed ir little tourist trip to brainlessville they was speaking to someone else i couldn't see and they suddenly said "oh boo boo - doctor my arm hurts" with a whining voice - in direct reference to the agonising pain i've been having in my arm and back i felt like david banner - tearing the toilet window off and launching at ir empty skull at mach five apologies if your stinking white privilege and heaven sent right to uninterrupted overnight stays at some lousy overpriced air bnb were in any way inconvenienced by another human **who actually lives in the same block of flats** crying out in severe pain - who (because it got so bad) then had to go sit in accident and emergency for 6.5 hours to get treated again and again a small truth becomes all too apparent - that there's no scum like rich white privileged scum; i wonder if you'd have had the plain indecency to say that to my face - because if you'd be prepared to stand in my worn shoes for an hour clutching your arm and crying one could easily apply some select internal chinese iron mantis kung fu chin-na to **your** shoulder area let's see how a little mild dislocation andor tendon tearing change your disgusting attitude - you utterly vile brain soak some people just ain't got no class **// later on in the dreary evening** perhaps the worst thing of existing in a shared block of flats is the total lack of privacy - i personally cannot abide hearing stranger's voices through the walls no matter how muffled or distorted; am so tired i could collapse from general poor sleep had over the past two weeks but the random white noise of idiots is keeping me awake these tawdry little visitors to our fair unfair slice of the terminally boring megacity have now been yapping like chihuahuas for untold hours they simply won't shut the flock up ir stupid drunken ramblings like a kind of pathetic aural curse upon the world as stated before i wish i were a billion parsecs away from ir stupid laughter and ir running commentary; oh to exist free in total utter desert silence only the silent sound of the singing moon and the lonely cricket and the wise hunting owl my companions perhaps i could hang out with ace photographer troy paiva in the deep astral desert of the all amerikan hyperreal - take cool images of drained swimming pools and long abandoned by-the-week motels lingering on next to an endless midnight highway to other nowheres - only the sound of the engine and the wind noise with the occasional mad preacher caught over dead static airwaves trying to convert the unwary sinner before judgement thing is padre it is we who judge and have clearly plainly found the inherent poverty of daily capitalist hyperreality severely wanting // republic of bob