The Tweets of Zarathustra ...And lol, did the screen split open and from that blue void did spring a beast of four and twenty heads and on each one was sat a trilby tipped in reverence to all the women of the earth, and on the beast's necks were beards thick as bracken thickets trapping all the light. All the heads were smoking and from their mouths did pour a smog of forgettings rolling over all the land and between their heads was only one eye. One great, red eye, pulsing at the centre, that centre that was revealed to be the centre of all things, right where the blazing red arrow of google maps meets the earth. So speak the tweets of Zarathustra. And in that rolling cloud that swallowed all the minds in absent, screenward stares, there was a raging of music as the ghosts that span eternal circles in the circuitry of our cities were called forth in distorted chorus, shattering the glass towers erected to pierce the on-rolling cloud. And as the sun was blocked out, all the birds of the world did fall silent. And as they grew accustomed to this darkness all the...