Twitter Twatter

I had a twitter account once - but I found out that had too much to say and 140 characters didn't cut the mustard. My head threatened to explode; it was like an assassination plot and every other twitter member was culpable. I worked away tirelessly carving up my innermost thoughts and inspirations and posting the bits one after the other. And the thread was all upside fucking down! I was being driven slowly mad.

Then the Twitter Brain Police suspended my account for suspected "phishing" - well I never! (Snorts with hands on hips). I have never "'Phished" in my life (sounds like something that went on in the gloomy back bar of gay club I used play at when I was drumming for Tom Sharplin - not that I have anything against this sort of thing - whatever it is). After "words" with the fat conductor of Twitter I was informed that they had un-suspended me - which was good because all the blood had been rushing to my head; but when I checked my Twitter interface I was still suspended - locked out of the global GUI!

My face was turning blue, the pressure in my temples pushing the mercury to unbelievable extremes. I could not mind merge with the gestalt! It was a bad dream; the worst nightmare come true: arising from the ephemeral somnolent mind fields where the conscious mind treads at its peril, the dreamtime Phishing Entity, dripping with slime, was engulfing me claustrophobically, isolating me from the all nurturing trans-personal cyber organism - and they didn't care! They didn't care! I wanted to wake up but there was no respite. I couldn't even log in to close my account. It hung there in the ether of cyberspace taunting me with its obtuse arrogance! Waving its insolence in my face like a used tissue.

Finally, after counseling, I have learned to ignore it. Its still there, but I don't care. All thought of it has left my awareness. (left eyelid twitches)...