Now Extracts.

The words and the letters in the book fly off the page.
They whizz about in the sky. They are biting and
scratching at the reader. There is no book. All the
words have disappeared. There is no book. There is a
book. This is the book with no words. ..There is a
rumour that suggests the book/post might exist. There
is just a fantasy about a book. This is just utterly
unreadable. This is the text written upon my body or
under my skin or something like that. Maybe there are
bugs under my skin which cointain the real book.

There is a pile of shit. The charactors are all mixed up

in a pile of stinking turds. .. This book is the story of
its own construction. All kinds of irrelevent, wrongly
spelt stuff and typos keep finding their way into this
page. Let us rip up this page and start again.

(There is a n absolute violance in the way that writing

and reading have become separate activities.)

Iggly piggly diggly. Ho par diggly doo dar. Je suis =

Jesus + I. Je bonkernotty pie. So har wiggly poo par.

We are the powers that be.

The internet is an enormous virus that infects our

computers.

I am the internet.

I am the virus.

All that is possible for readers of this text is to write

your own original text. Therfe are not no readers. Only
writers, re-writing texts. That is what a reader is; a re-
writer of texts. ....

There are dozens of books all mixed up in this book.

They include a Philosophy book, a fortune telling book
and a Self Help book. ... Thjere is
drketrogptkcmthendtfttototkmmsmsnte
ittorot.,tl;tltiocnvcjggyyyjfjyjfnyewrtyyyuylulululululululff
dxfdfggjdjtjrejesjsdkgfkjyjytjtjytjfkfkdkktyyupiluypuiuulo
uluoygtreeswertyhluoullk des mots are emerging from
these randomized letters.

I am so overburdened with writing that I cannot move.

I cannot walk. My fingers cannot move. I cannot see
anything. Everything is stuck. Giggly wiggly. All I can
do is to do babble talk. "Stop psychiatric oppression."
Stop psychiatric oppression. Stop sp psychiatric
oppression now. now. now now. now. now. now. stop it
now.

There can be no speech without a text. I can't

write. I am too full of writing. Human rights for child
abuse survivors. Please send money. Please send
money. Must pay a therapist to read the book. This
book ends here. It begins and ends here. It is always
beginning, always ending.

ho fallible poodle plop. ho fallible poo par plopper

ropper plopper. From whence came this word. ho
fallible plopper plop plop plop,. plop. Must pauy a
therapist to read this book. You are my therapist. The
therapists are crawling all over the walls.
Every word is a huge weight that must be nailed to
the page. Every word dissappears the moment it is
written. There are no words here. There are no letters,
no sentances. Everything is writing. There are texts
deposited all over the room. The charactors are all
mixed up. They each have many names. Their names
keep on changing. My voices are sometimes saying I
need to bath three times a day to stop myself from
stinking. At other times they say it is dangerous to
bath at all in case I get sexually abused or get
captured by aliens or in case I go down the plug hole.

I want to eat the entire internet.

I am God.
I am the Goddess.
I am the king of fools.
I am Balin.
I am the spoonbender.
I am Merry Under.

The psychiatrists are hiding in the water pipes. They

are listening to my writing. The psychiatrists are
reading my writing. A fine thread sticks out from the
dungheap. I try to grab the thread but it is slippery and
it slips away. Some of the charactors of this book are
attached to this thread. What could happen to this
thread? What kind of literature could be associated
with such a slipperry thread. The charactors have no
names. We can never grip them or even see them.
Higgly wiggly. There is nothing to read.

Everything in the universe is perfect just the way it is,

including this writing. We search for the right way to
penetraqte the block. Or do we need to cut away a
fragment of the block? The block is a metaphor. No. It
is beyond metaphor. There really is a block of
crytstalised writing. But there is this Alphabetical
Inquisitor watching what we write, making sure that it
is spelt proper.

The image of my father putting his coicock in my

mouth is healed. The image of my father putting his
sword in mjy mouth is healed.

Suddenly the charactors from the tellly welly leap into

this book. Therre is this huge block. Writer's Block. It
is comprised of densely packed writing, so tightly
packed that it is impossible to make out any individual
letters or words. Novel Experiences is already perfect
just as it is. You are me. I am you. This book is all
about you. ... block block block. biddly block. blocko
blocko blockity block. .This is not a book. This is the
anti-book. Just breathe. Please send money now. Get
rich quick. Get rich quick with this amazing sales
letter. This text is a money making sales letter!!! Just
send money now and watch the money flow towards
you according to the cosmic laws of prosperity. The
more you give, the more you receive. Everyboidy
turns to face the monster. Clp clap clap go the
readers of this book. The monster disappears. It
appears again. It ds disappears again. The monster
keeps blinking in and out of existence.

This file is perfect just the way it is.

A telephone box could be a space ship like

Doctor Who has a police box as a space ship. The
aliens are coming to get you. We have no legs. We
have no fingers. We have no voice.
The monster swallows the space ship. The alien
probes are going up my nose, up my anus, into my
eyes all over my body. I am being eaten by aliens. I
am scared to lie in the bath in case the aliens come
and take me away in their space ships. The n monster
is inside the space ship. The space ship is inside the
monster. There are poisens everywhere. The space
ship releases a cord of poisens. I keep on receiving
poisenous letters from the dept of health and social
security. The poisens stimulate voices that tell me to
kill myself, that the mentally ill are a burden on society
and that we should eliminate ourselves. Self talk is
writing that is written under my skin. Thinking is
writing under my skin too. Thinking = th + inking as in
pen and ink. ...

Maybe I will become starving and homeless.

Maybe I will be sexually abused in the bath.
My underlying problem is that I cannot tell the time. At
least I believe I cannot tell the time.

The monster eats up all the time in the i universe.

The original work is always, it seems, a work
derived from the asylum. the original is always
something dispicable and unpublishable.

It is goood to tell lies.

I deeply and completely accept myself. I deeply and

completely accept the part of me that doesn't want to
brush my teeth or to bath. I deeply and completely
accept the part of me that enjoys brushing my teeth
and bathing.

I need to write what I need to read. One is always

already in a space of enhanced self awareness. My
ordianry ordinary awarnesness is mjy enhanced self
awqareness. awareness. This is it. ....

My tooth brush may turn into my father's prick. Or

George Bushes prick or prince charles' proick etc.

Everything in my life is working exactly as it should

be. All my decesions are right. How can I write into
this nothingness. The aim of this writing is to write in a
manner that is complete moment by moment, a writng
that avoids setting up any future commitments that
future writing myust keep to.

Everything is all right. Everything is just as it should

be. This writing is perfect just the way it is.

I know exactly what I need to do. I am okay even

when I don't know what to do. I am enlightened when
I don't know what to do. I am enlightened when I think
about making some coffee.

I am okay even when having a panic attack. I am

okay now. I am enlightened now.

I am god, the universe and all of creation.

All my subpersonaloities are working together to

create nmy perfect life. The friendly monsters eat the
child abusers. I love mysef for being schizophrenic.
myself for being schizophrenic. I love the voices
which say I am suffering from Munchausen's
synfdrome. syndrone. syndrome.
My money stash is safe, secure and accessible.

My teeth are perfect just the way they are. This is an

anarchist universe. All the alikens are anarchists. I am
biritish gas. I am the post office. I am the universe. ... I
am the police.

George Bush may sexually abuse me. The queen

may sexually abuse me. I love brushing my teeth. My
mother may grab my penus and peel back the forekin
skin foreskin. I feel like being admitted to hospital until
this crisis is over. The letter has activated the bathing
problem to the extent that I have caused the boiler to
brreak down so I don't have hot water to bath in. I feel
really anxious about brushing my teeth. Had bath and
brushy wushy. The toothpaste looks like spunk. This
is my state of enlightenment. When I think I am bored
or depressed I am really experiencing enlightenment.
Yippeeeeee. I am timeless.

Brushing my teeth is safe and esasy.

The aliens may gert me whilst I am brushing my teeth.
Barry may send me to a dentist with a pedal powered
drill. If I cry barry will send me to the dentist with a
pedal powered drill. .....

I will stink if I fail to do these personal hygeine tasks.

The charactors in the book in novel experiences

which is nbot a book are my subpersonalities onlyu
they are not subpersonalities they are personalities in
their own right. .. This is a moment of writing. I own
all the ewealth in the univewrse. This file is a writing
machine. This sentance keep on repeating itself
keeps on repeating itself. There is a sword in the
oven. I am a professional schizophrenic and proud of
it. There is no dillemma. Everything is okay. Don't
worry about a thing. This file is completely as it should
be.

chopped spoonbenders story I do not have to act on

my suicidal feelings. suicidal feelings are quite
normal.
nb. guarenteed hand chopped I am safe and
seccure. biscuit glasses football it and over inert
fashion coffeeo turd pudding lazy in about over
wisdom inert fashion box ball buttons trousers mooon
numeral pi skyscraper is it and the.

Would be better to jolly frill

To the phobia rather stance
Avoid it by rushing cress hance
brushing my teerth i shall write melt
Phobia and try late snowbelt
A more permanent way.

The charactors of this book are all mixed up. here

comes the spoonbender mixed up with merry under.
Thjere are no charactors in this book. This text keeps
on repeating itself repeating itself. This text is perfect.
Everything is complete right now. Right now is good
enough. .. Right now is the moment of power. There is
an oniaion on the veranda. There is a biscuit in the jail
house. There is a novel on the floor. ..... it seems to
me that a bareter system is really a kind of money
system. barter system. .....
 The ones who walks on their heads know that the
world is .. We keep slipping ..... The pill, poisen etc is
.....

..... one of the functions of hallucinations and bizarre

behavior is to make life interesting. I deeply and
completely accept myself. I am at one with God. I am
god. God is within me. I am greater than god. I am the
creator of god. My mother is god. My daddy is God.
Through the powerr of my cosmic consciousness I
now fix the pipes beneath the sink. There is no such
thing as time. There is no sink. There is no such
thibng as a bannana. There is no plumber. All there is
is god. .....

Sleeping out at Rame head.

Lighting the stove at the Bayford caravan.
Snorkelling in the sea in Italy.
Visiting a house for a meal at Glastonbury.
Traveling though the snow to the bauyford caravan.
Eating chips at a small toewn.
Eating harry knrishna free food.
Going for my work test interview.

I always do exactly what I feel like doing. My

boredom has a right to exist.

look at the gaps between the letters of the

word ... here resides the microscopic powers all in
those terrifying gaps, spaces etc.

the System is the gaps.

resistance, struggle, revolution, etc is in the gaps.

itself.

itsword.
 etc.

don't forget we are working this out whilst standing on

our heads with our legs sticking in the air.

Everyone is a psychotherapist
Everyone is a psychiatrist
Everyone is a priest
Everyone is the police. .....

Having no government is Anarchy, which itself is a

form of government. Government is anarchy's way of
making more anarchy. All Politics Is Fascism and All
Government Is Anarchy. Following what Jesus says
means abolishing government.
..... Man is the highest being for man. .....

I am it. You are it. We are it. We are the powers that
be. I am the people who have been dumped onto
jobseekers allowance. I have already been dumped
onto jobseekers allowance so it can't happen again. I
am the man who froze to death. I am the man who
had his arm amputated in Saudi Arabia. I am the man
who lost his dole.

I now write exactly what I want to write. My writing is

loimitless. I breath into my wiritng. I am active and
energetic. Giggly bom. bom bom bane thhhr thtititit
kjjhrteirthird cop of the afternnonn. glin
bniyahrdeowonderpopper. In

No outside event on its own can generaste an

unhappy expeirnce experience.

My teeth clean themselves. They look after

themselves. They will always be in perfect health
weather or not I brush them.

This is rubbish magical thinking. If you fail to brush

your teeth you will get tooth decay. That is a scientific
fact.
My psychic powers are stronger than any scientific
facts.

Words are interested in me and in my writing. Words

are interested in me. I am the cronegnomic grand
narrative.

I can never stop writing

I am always writing
My fingers are stuck and they cannot move
These are anti-words
I am headless

The dragon slayers are bruised in the battle. The

elves are cheekily teasing everyone. The charactors
of this book are all bundled up in a big pile of
garbage. I do not know what the word I means. I am
dyslexic. I am upside down and downside up. Sieze
your crown.
The charactors of this book are gnarled and
knackered. Miranda passes by she is a spirit of earth
and fire. Balin has his fingers on the computer
terminal of the karmic processor. The asteroids are
passing by. I have the names of some charactors but
they are really charactors with no names. I have no
name and no address. We detonate space and time. I
am nameless. I am spaceless. I am infinite. I possess
an infinite amount of money. I am just a nutter. I am
bannannas. A fruit cake.

I cannot describe the monsters in the book. They

have big fangs dripping with saliva. They have big
lumps on their backs. They are a kind of greenish,
grey colour. We must learn to love the monsters. The
monsters are our friend. There is no such thing as
meidation. I am always mediating. meditating. I don't
know ehter I am doing something or doing nothing.

There is an elephant standing by the book

There is a spam coloured computer
There is a pen by the grassy bank
There is a park next to the ocean
There is a boat near the waterfall
The rabbit turns into a lion
I am sitting happily in my house.

The voices in my head are written in my head. The

voices outside my head are written outside my head. I
am headless. I am thoughtless. I do not know whether
or not I am thinking.

There is no place for barbaric benefit cutting like this

in a civilised society.

Boredom. This sensation is one of peace not

boredom. My peace is noisy and active. I do not need
sileence and stillness in order to be at peace. Silence
and stillness are a con. I am it. I do not need to do
anything in order to be enlightened. There is no
enlightenment. I am God/the Goddess. There is no
God.

I am immortal.
You are a lazy scrounger who should commit suicide.
The government wants you to kill yourself.

Thoughts of suicide are just passing by. The

government is oppressive but this doesn't mean they
want you to kill yourself. The people in the
government want the best for you; it is the institution
that is harmful and which promotes hurtful policies. I
am the government. I am the powers that be.

I am willing to believe that my thoughts create my

reality.

Everything except Love is an illusion.

In the here and now there is no suferring. In the here

and now I am enlightened. A part of me is
enlightened. If a part of me is enlightened then all of
me is enlightened. All statements are equally true. I
forgive myself for doubting my enlightenment.

Doubting my enlightenment is blaming oneself for

living in a dualistic world.
My worries are healed. I am not scared of the
Welfare.

My fear of money is healed. My fear of sex is healed.

My fear of rejection is healed. My guilt is healed. I am
healed.

My inner child forgives my soul for creating a

childhood including some abusive experiences such
as being locked in my room, having my penus peeled
back and being hit with the strap. My soul is innocent.
My inner child is innocent. My soul believed it was
doing the right thing in choosing my childhood. I
celebrate the lies I tell. My lies are worth a thousand
truths. I lie in order to protect the truth. My lies are a
cry for help.

I love to dance and to do bodyflow. Psyhchiatric drugs

do not numb the brain. They are divine love.
Everything is divine love. It is within my power to
have no opinion about anything. I am I am the
Goddess.. Everyone is God.
I pre-existed creation. I was born before the universe
was born. I am unborn. I am immortal. All the power in
the universe is energizing me body and soul. I look
after the future by looking after the now. My childhood
is healed. I am grown-up now and no longer affected
by abuses from my childhood. I forgive my parents for
abusing me. I forgive myself for choosing a childhood
where I was abused.

I am a channel of divine love. This is a money

nmaking book. This is spelt all wrong and is
unmarketable. I want to destroy this book. I am afraid
of money. My fear of money is healed. My dfear of
getting fat is healed. My fear of running out of food is
healed.

Problems arise when you think yolu know what you

are doing. My coffee is really divine light. I am divine
light. I am light.

Writing is pigshit. We live under spritual ararchy. God

is the word that keeps me from being God. I am God.
Nothing can stop me from being God not even the
word God. The god that I am not wants me to realise
that I am God.

I am trillions of Gods

I am an infinite number of Gods

Simple. Eliminate money.

God.
Anarchy.
Schizophrenia.
We are the powers that be.
Everyone is at the center of the Network.

Implicitely being a mental health service user is a

political activity. The everyday struggle to survive
within the mental health system is an ongoing political
struggle.
People who see visions, who hear voices, who have
unusual experiences and who experience strange
spiritual visitations etc are regarded as
"schizophrenic" and doomed to be invisible and
forgotten under the oppressive gaze of Capitalist
authority.

I am a professional schizophrenic. I am pure

productivity. I am always already working. I do not get
benefits. I get love tokens issued by God.

I create my reality. I am the source of my supply.

Shreena rambler karna rarblurr tsarnaplopitttiply come

over blah boovering do par.

"We are all part of one another."

Shreena hearse
rambler
karna
rarblurr rural
tsarnaplopitttiply apparitions
come
over
blah
boovering overbig
do
par.

It all started when our protagonist, Balin, woke up in a

desert. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling
alarmingly relieved, Balin grabbed a spoon, thinking it
would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not).
Soon afterward, he realized that his beloved Tarot
cards was missing!

For 10 years, Moose the Awesome had been known

as a master of Circle-boxing, but now as Melvin
Stingerly squeezed through the space/time portal of
his desert fortress, Moose could see something was
different and not in a good way.

A pan fell off a canal boat. It was found by a bunch of

gnomes who took it off to sell at the market in town.
Then it was discovered by a policeman who
confiscated the pan. Then the gnomes found some
pizza that they ate. There was some cake they could
have taken too but they decided not to take the cake.
Earlier the bayford caravan got moved to the city and
the gnomes inside it got upset and grumpy coz they
don't like the city.

You never die. You are never born. You never sleep.
You never wake. God is a zombie field that shatters
the distinction between reality and non-reality. My fear
of hell is healed. Oh Jesus please save me from
eternal hell and damnation. I am a miserable sinner
who deserves hell. Please forgive me. I accept the
sacrifice that you have made for me. I accept you as
my personal saviour and lord. My fear of hell is healed
oh Jesus. Thankyou oh Jesus for saving me.

I am moving beyond sacrifice.

I am moving beyond blunders.
Writing is pig shit. Language is plagiariism. You are
intuitive. You are psychic. You own all the wealth in
the universe. You create your reality. You create all of
your realities. You are the powers that be.

I completely accept all my voices. ..... I am the change

I wish to see in the world. I own all the wealth in the
universe. Everyone owns all the wealth in the
universe. I am who I am because of everyone. I am
headless because everyone is headless. I am
enlightened because everyone is enlightened. I now
have the perfect job for me. But in a way I am the
police. It is the official police who are the
impersonators. I am the real police. I am the police. I
am not the police. .... Such as the thought that my
mummy might bum fuck me with my tooth brush.
Such thoughts do not bother me. The anti-work is the
true act of philosophy. I am free in no State. There is
no state because I say so. Everyone is enlightened.
Everyone is an anarchist. Anarchrist. All true therapy
is an anti-therapy. I am the universe. I am a unique
and separate part of the unoiverse. I am the one. I am
separate. .. I am a communist. Everyone owns all the
wealth in the universe. Blessed be to all beings. All
power to the imaginationm. imagination. .....