Part 3

TRACK 4
- Guten morgan
- morgan
- Was heatten Sie Gern?
- ummm, Hazelnuss und Heidelbeer mit shokolade sosze
- im becher?
- nein, in der Waffel
- zwei euro bitte
- danke
- danke auch
- tschuss!

Jurg was walking home feeling completely satisfied with his solution to his hangover. he'd sat in the sun at the edge of the park opposite the ice stand and managed to get the previous night's fraudulent intimacy out of his head. now he must try and do some work and the place for that was home. after a couple of hours smoking cigarettes and staring into his computer screen, jurg decides he needs some inspiration. he goes to his bookshelf and pulls out a ripped up old book, he sits on his bed and reaches for the tin where he keeps his weed. Jurg has taken to smoking marijuana rolled in pages torn from a copy of Naked Lunch he found in a flea market, in an attempt to infect his brain with a word virus. He puts a record on, finds an ashtray and stretches out over his bed beneath a hanging cloud of literary smoke.
TRACK 5 - song....'shoop shoop be doop' the clinger sisters

Jurg stops the record because he thinks he can hear someone calling his name. He then hears something he decides must be a man's low voice singing along to a guitar, whoever this is they sound like they are incredibly far away and yet it seems the sound might also be coming from inside the brick wall in his bedroom. Jurg turns his attention to the dark patch of mould growing on the brick wall. He climbs down onto his hands and knees and approaches the spreading blue green spores until they are at the tip of his nose and he has to cross his eyes to see them. He stays there for a while, examining the furry life form, then he licks the wall. Shortly after strange things are occurring. He feels like he's lived for 10 years backwards, on account of the cat cigarette and the empty bed frame transmitter. The room is blue, the room is green, outside only a wild blizzard of polystyrene balls and the high pitched caroling of an invisible child choir. Best to stay in here where the carpet is less aggressive. He finds a book and opens it at a photo. a circle of men in grass skirts are dancing around a fire wearing large decorated masks with horns and protruding teeth. around them is a larger circle of seated women who are mouthing words he can not hear. He sticks out his tongue because it's feeling weird. He turns the page and a man standing next to a stream surrounded by giant leaves is smiling at him in a loin cloth. I can say with great certainty he is the king of the jungle, he repeats bouncing on his hands to the drumming from within the trees, with great certainty the king of the jungle!

an indistinct amount of time passes. Jurg is still in his bedroom determined to run his cuticles along every centimetre of the skirting board. he is half aware of what he is doing but he chooses not to stop. he senses that something within him will remain forever incomplete if this task is not performed in it's entirety. As yet he hasn't gone very far and looking up he realises there's the issue of the book shelf, it's completely in his way and it's too heavy to move. Jurg also feels a mild revulsion looking at the books remembering his close shave with the natives earlier, he thinks he would rather not move them if he doesn't have to. but how will he get around it? there must be a solution. He moves away from the corner where he is crouching to see how far he can stick his arm round the back of the bookshelf. He notices that the wall behind it is crumbling and falls away easily if pushed. Soon his hand has made it's way into a hole and there is a sudden smell of shit tangled with spice, he wonders what's going on. He peers his head as far into the darkness as it will go and sees what looks like a black mound of rubbish by a fire on the side of a road. the black mound of rubbish appears to be singing a song, he recognises it's the voice he could hear earlier...
song 'ashman' TRACK 6

Jurg wakes up to a loud abrasive repetitive tune, his face is buried in the carpet, he is completely disorientated. He fumbles to find the source of the noise and sees that Stanley is calling him. He notices the time and remembering his broken bike realises if he wants to make it to that dinner with the artist's talk he'd better get a move on. He answers his phone "I'm here?"

Ak