Thursday 30th September 335pm.

When buying groceries in a market or large store sport a gasmask or a ball gag as you browse the aisles. Engineer fake (or real) bloodstains on your white clothes.
Wandering through crowded shopping malls, acres of car parks, peaceful protests and rallies, the Christmas pageant. Secured in my backpack a portable cd player spinning spoken words and tasty noise all sorts expelled through battery operated pc speakers.
Toilets flushing.
Dance and or sing when travelling on buses and trains. Mosh.
At election time make your way down busy main roads late at night, climbing up the posts and cutting out the eyes of the candidates ugly portrait advertisements.
Carry a sign or scribe symbols and slogans on your clothes. “…fuck the border…everything is permitted…jesus was a terrorist…unclean…”
Sounds of sexuality…he has his first blowjob…she takes her first big cock…
Paint your face when you go shopping for clothes or wear handcuffs and a collar.
Tune in to Timothy Leary. “…every reality is an opinion…think for yourself. question authority…”
Glass breaking.
When you’re out walking at night and can’t find a toilet at least hold on until you find a church or a bank
Bacon and eggs frying.
Bill Hicks smoking out the status quo. “…the economy that’s fake anyway…I think drugs have done some good things for us I really do…”
Television or radio static static static and recorded sounds of a storm or a riot.
William Burroughs. “…the truth is irrelevant. its all a pile of lies and historical revisionism. there is nothing close to the truth. its all in your mind…”
Animal language monkey chatterings pig snortings rats whispering chewing and the patter of many tiny feet on linoleum.The laughter of children is an instantly comforting aural act.