
Rasika Dindial Dhamdhol in Chutney Bacchanal Leadeing from the Front with Demokrissy in the disordered rules based world order
Chaos See: A new brew a-brewing
While the Chaos spreading, front stage, where millionnaire troll$$ belong, Demokrissy notice something else a-brewing backstage, where falling stars are reborn!
She find it in clues hidden in the crevices the Commission of Enquiry in the Construction missed, blind as bat justices, as usual.
In she dizzing rotational trance, she had slipped and fallen into the cracks between stage and backstage of the North-South Performance Arts Theatre built with bobol that born from scandalous co-minglings of Sunways imported from China to supplement the defuelled oil refinery and diversify the economy with sweet and juicy low hanging culture fruits.
Is from In/There, munching on a rotten seed, she hungry nah, she notice how one Ministry trying to out-perform the next, in the vibrant new spirit of a“leading-from-the-front” theology unleashed on the inert nation!
A ultra new post post modern KPI, Kinetic Performance Illusion, invading the NeoCompetitive Kooligan Power Indentured to the Rules Based Order.

It building performance to rotate on policy, and policy on performance, in a new High Tower complex dong South in Debe, complete with Koncrete Picong Institute.
Multi-coloured lightbulb go off in Demokrissy already roasted and chunkayed brain ’cause she begging for the Site to resuscitate the Sati-Sataarije heritage trailing to Sopari.
Inside the AuthenTHINK Lab
Demokrissy pull out she key board drawing board and set about devising an AuthenTHINK ecosystem to measure and quantify the Khaotic Performance Intelligence of the Intangible Kwality seeping from Hire Tower of Learning for Hire’s Knowledge Production Industry. (Detailed in the previous section)
She not just observing, she like the Maharani like to jump into the heat of the action, Queen of the Road Show, especially as she drumming dholak and cleebrating she birthday up there with Her Majesty.

She engineering the lens and the mechanism through which the observing macos could count the steps, the dips, the swirls and rotational vibration.
This is not no ordinary EPIC, you know. This is Epic in Seismic repurcussions.
Introducing KPI of the Seismic EPIC
Aligned to the Kinetic Power Imperative feeding into the Kritical Policy Index of this nouveau neo liberalised Rules Based Order, she geomapping the emerging Kontroversial geoPolitical Interface for a new theoretical theatrical performance genre as she erudite critics calling this MotherContinent Masterpiece.
She excited by how it animating she Kultural Power Index, that morph from dry documentation and yawn-inducing academia into this Kinetic Knowledge Theatre pop culture creation fire.
The maco trolling critics going say this is as ‘a new theoretical lexicon’ with ‘its own coherent meta-framework,’ that ‘extends KPI into an Epic narrative ecosystem.’
She embedding policy critique inside cultural performance. Chaos is aesthetic method in madness mirroring cosmic rotational vibrational encore cycles.
Pure Jamettry Geometric Cosmic Genre
Them want to say these pieces is pure jamettry! They cyar be serious!
This is not a fete in here! Is not! This is pure, unadulterated, madness!
This is not just text in a blog. She want to shout above the dhamadhol din.
This is Multimedia Psychedelic Performance Partying, ‘enacting the very phenomenon it critiques,’ according to them pseudo critic-macos.
Pure cosmic geometric jamettry kankalang in dey.
The hook is that there is no need to produce ideas anymore.

Is just to execute them before they could be performed.
Till dey dead, dead.
In encore.
I Think Therefore I Crime
Demokrissy scourging and score the whole multivolumed new MultiMedia Canto to extract the relevant segments through movement metrics of visibility, velocity, virility and virality within the restless incessent, repetitive churning ism schisms of competitive governance.
Who say doctor of arts doh know ’bout Capitalism, Slavery and the Adam Smithsonian Key Performance Indicators of Petro Economics in The Land Oil Cursed.
Political Performance Policy doctored and chalked with Academic Precision, AuthenTHINKly reengineered to Assess whose wining more jamettry than who?
Reengineered Knowledge Pot

Her Glocal Knowledge Pot evolving into an elevated platform where knowledge is no longer just archived, but activated for rotational circulation through recurring repetitive kinetic metrics that quantify this visibility, velocity, viagral virility and virality. Restlessness churning in the ocean of governance samskaras.
She building credence for her Kritical Theoretical Density where production of knowledge is inseparable from values accrued. It have nothing to do with depth or insight. It is calibrated through intensities of exposure, acceleration, and competitive replication across the Rules Based Order.
If yuh cyar understand all that, consider it as an evolving new CEIBA-EDUtainment showcase in a high-frequency performance marketplace.

Stock Trading Creative Assets
It trading bumper to heavy T bumper stocks, bartering visibility, and speculating on the short-term gains of inaction on depreciating substantive creative ASSets of the new global cultural disorder.
Demokrissy in awe, oui..
Something magical and mystical emerging.
Crapeau smoke dey pipe!
It all going up in smoke in she wicked witches’ brew! Disordering the Rules Based Order! Who vex lorse.
Motion dissolving documentation. Academia shedding inertia.
KPI giving intangible ideas scores, based on speed, spread, and spectacle.
It measuring metrices in the matrix pulse through, yes, this velocity, virility and virality within the restless incessent, repetitive churning ism schisms of competitive governance.
Measuring Killer Performance Illusions
The possibilities seem endless, and endless too, is the theatrical metrics.
Knowledge performs power, and power, in turn, scripts the possibilities of Khaotic Performance Intelligence. Calibrated. Counted. Tracked!
She trace it back to when it start.
Genesis of Performance Governance
The computing point the start homepage to when Barr-Hee jump up on the stage. When he
gi dem, gi dem, gi dem performance
When he grab the mike and change the DJ track record, You Ehn See how the MC look surprise so?

National Liming Pastime Artistry of Doing Nothing
He singing off key, even the Boss Lady boo he, even before he begin he track ’bout how is he woman friend who start the Lime liming, the prime national pastime, the Art of Doing Nothing!
Key Performance Matrix indicators demand that the man commandeering the performance pipeline must give credit where credit due!
And he must demand Performance too, right they in the limelight of the Liming stage, when everybody liming, the art of doing nothing that have export value all the way to Caribana and Nothing Hill.
It is because of this global seepage of FAKE data, like the confusing rumours that the Pitch Lake sold to Confucius, he demanding that the Chutney Soca judges correct the historical records ’bout who start the Lime!
And nothing could get a nation riled up as somebody trying to claim rights over something, whether it is human or natrual rights, legal and domestic rights or most controversial of all, copy rights!
Fake Sightings and Recordings
Demokrissy AuthenTHINK archived records show how that happen. She know from little how it all start under the chennette, limoncello, tree in the front yard where the whole village come to lime. She eh even copyright it because nobody want to correct them records.
Jeeezan Krist! The bachannal needle on she matrix turn and twist, shifting in a next direction.
Gypsy couldda warn he in a extempo bout the amount toilet paper, bottle and stone the raggamuffin pelt if yuh break ranks with the Rules Based Judging Order.
Crowd is judge and jury and toilet paper is the anvil, as the priority item to stocking up at COVID prove and the South Skinner South Park Dhamadhol Ke Choka Chutney Bowl rebel posse move to the North people Lime.

Kinetic Performance Imitation
Demokrissy scribbling quick quick how this setting a new Kinetic Performance Imitation milestone.
She finger touch the rose at the end of the rose-rosary, begin a new round of chanting:
Gi Dem Gi Dem Gi Dem
Pong it pong it pong it
In the Lime Dhamadhol Ke Choka Chutney Bowl
Is ah Encore!
Demokrissy rotating up a vibrational storm that could rival Melissa marauding up the islands.
All hell break lose.
Chaos Reclassified by Grand ReFinanced Danse
Not to be outdone by the Leading From The Front performance of the water man, the Minister of Grand ReFinanced Danse jump in front of Bar-Hee who leading the band from the front.
Bowing ‘Tank ’ou, Tank ’ou’ even before he start he act, the Grand ReFinanced Danse man grab the mike to demonstrate the alternatives to circumventing all the loopholes of the tattered CARICOM Grand Anse Agreement.
He deepening regional integration and strengthening economic development.
He have a work plan for slapping doubles with plenty scorpion pepper that we invent but Australia patent, to double the returns from the Single Market and Economy.
And Free movement? Them eh see nothing yet. Freeness, movements and accelerated implementation already in he regional Key Pipeline Incursions!
Well that is what the Minister of Grand ReFinanced Danse had in mind when he jump on stage with his KPI on ReFined Danse.
He grab the mike and shout out like Lucas
‘Forget the small change!
This is big money wine!’
Dollar, dollar, dollar, dollar

Front Collapse, Centre Cannot Hold
Leading from the Front, he look around expecting to see the Congo line behind him.
Not A Ssoul.
Instead, he see a crowd standing still, shaking they fists, in shock and awe.
‘What happen to the ten cents, now? You ban that too?’
‘You just ban the five cents. Now yuh talking ’bout big money dollar wine?’
‘And that after the greedy Gollum ban the one cent wine?’
‘He drop gas price but raise the price ah rum and wine to boot!’
‘And we eh riot yet, eh!’
They listing he crimes.
‘What he calling that wine with no cent and no five cent?
‘Dollar dollar in yuh back monopoly board!’
Toilet paper start to fly, roll, by rolling roll on the Grand Danse Basseterre Stage.
‘This is not a fete in here. This is madness.’
It must be a lie, damn lie or scurrilous untruth!

Lyrics Change
What was most upsetting to the raggmuffin is that he change-up Lucas tune to an indentured Ramadanesque Queseeda.
Not the traditional two chord, two choock rhythm they know and love, but this one with all kind of intricate Ragas.
The ragamuffin petticoat a-twitching and a-twisting with this big rhythm change.
‘What kind rhythmic Queseeda Dollar Wine is that!’
‘And he could hold all the notes. At least Bar-Hee keep the off-key notes we used to.
This tune change harder to swallow than the inflation rate, deflating monocultural economy.
The mas massive masqueraders watching each other in bewilderment!
‘So what we goin do now?
‘Like he setting the stage to ban the ten cent too, with this big money dollar wine!’
They called in the trolls, who dialed in the High Tower of Learning for Hire. SOS on this SOB!
Miss Beat
The Department of Economic Austerity from the high tower of learning for hire didn’t miss a beat at this national call of distress.
They only miss the news release that say,
Fake
The Five cents and ten cents Stay in the Dollar Wine
Until further notice
By Order
The Kwasi Performance Intelligence Bank
Nation Divided
Nobody see the news release.
They only hearing the fake news bachannal.
The five cents ban and they contemplating the impact on the dollar wine.
And that, especially when the price ah rum and wine, and the drinking age, already gone up sky-high with this new take on the Grand Refinanced ReFined Danse ketch-me-arse Budgeting.
Is riot brewing oui!
North Enders South Enders Split Charge
The nation split in two.
Toro Toro, they charging from the two sides of the lighthouse:
The North-enders waving flagging he devaluing the dollar wine.
The South-Enders waving flag that he flagging appreciating the dollar wine.
Each doing they two-chook dollar wine according to their rhythm.
The line of demarcation eh straight nah.

Reverberations of Colonial Crimes
It meandering like the Caroni River, dry up like the Dry River, from the blood sucking that started in historical undercurrents from the underside since Raleigh put he finger in the Pitch Lake and patch up he boat bottom, ‘excellent well,’
It resounded of the same kindda bachannalist uproar as when he raleigh he discontented troops and sail up that once teeming river, that now dry up too looking for Fool’s Gold and then leh go bullet on the few remaining AuthenTHINK native Nepuyo Tribe of Oruna, and add them bones to the ones already pile high up near the Church and under the Red House Parliament after he send the Spanish packing they sacks to dey raggamuffin armada in the port they call Puerta De Espana and rename it Port of Spain, just as he change the name from Spanish San Jose, to St Joseph, anglicized without originality nor imagination.
It start a trend.
Trending Bans
Ban drumming. Ban dancing. Ban celebrating heroism of Arenales.
Ban Muharram Queseeda singing or any kindda mass gathering joyfulness. Ban books.
And to top off all that, he change the whole island from Kairi to Gord’s name, with three flagged ships that never touch these shores.
Is a long line of banning that precede this Fake five cents ban, Demokrissy mapping it on she ancient LiTTmap.
It lead to he Fake ban of the new Coat of Arms, already being pound out in the pan yards.
History, echoing in she bones, Demokrissy drumming out the interconnected dots.
She could feel and hear it.
She could see the signs.
Suspicion catch like wildfire fake news who want to be a millionaire rumour mongering trolling trolls.

Fake Pan Ban Fire Starter
‘Look, he goin’ ban pan, too from the Coat of Arms.’
‘And we fight long and hard for that.’
Nobody read he news release that that too is fake news, even if it carry a picture showing newly minted Joseph Coat of Arms hanging like a shiny copper five cents over the Speaker Chair in the Parliament.
The fire set. The fire ketch like dry wood.
‘Who want to wait for the next oil boom to change the emblem on the old colonial emblem.’
If it was up to Demorissy, the Joseph Coat so full ah emblematic colonial codes that they shouldda just light ah bonfire and burn it while singing ’round the campfire with dey bottle and spoon.
Or scrap it wholesale and sell it to the scrap iron dealers.
Or drown it in the Gulf between this jamettous bachannal land and the paradaisal Zone of Peace.
For just thinking it, ye old pirated notice went up with she portrait the great Dunstan sketch in charcoal he get from Sangre Grande:
Demokrissy
WANTED
For High Treason
Dead or Alive!
She Thinks
Therefore She Crimes
Ch 10:30/18/8/4 Crime Punishment & the Sedition Act of 1884

Old Code, New Scripts
Colonial crimes pile on neo colonial crimes.
The High Tower of Learning for Hire decree the new gospel of the Dollar Wine:
The masses have no right to free education, books or learning.
‘It is enshrined as the Divine Ductrin of learning for hire.’
When the backlash from the mas rebellious masses start, they hack she system and leave an imprint of Demokrissy as the hacker.
‘The hunt is on.
We goin hunt you down.’
Demokrissy duck and run for cover.
The Rott Pot News Hounds on she trail.
Encore
State of Emergency Declared
Is then the bomb drop!
Well it was more like a collective explosion of multicoloured power-ups on the Royal Kingdom of vibrating games-board!
With all the punditry pontifications, it was enough to convince all the macos – ahem lookers-on – who watching and listening and assessing that this administration out to censure the culture of drunk, disorderly, unruly, gangsta, vagabond, hooligan, cooligan and no behaviour.
With a new State of Emergency Declared, again, it have to mean they just trying to curb freedom of speech so nobody should criticise any of these measure meant to curb the unruly behaviour of the masses!
All dem penalties really mean they trying to curb the vibrations on the streets, to turn the jubilant non stop road march into a standstill silence of reflective solemnity.
And in a land that only want to wine and have a good time, well that is the same as a death sentence, oui!
Pressure!
The wires buzzing!
‘That’s why they put up that radar!’
‘Dey go do anything to cut we cultural gyrations and vibrations.’
‘How dare they impose rules on we unruly behaviour!’
‘That is a serious indictment on the Rules Based Order!’
Demokrissy notating in code how regulating vibrations amplify resistance. She sure is a paper the vanity journaling of the colonial order would publish if she get in dey Congo line.
She didn’t know they have she place marked X in a neXt Congo line, waiting for she.
Chaos Secured: Home & Other Lands For-Ex Seepage, Exodus & Immigrant Crises
Sensing a potential Exodus from the ‘Ah Cyar Behave’ rhythm section, the resultant foreign exchange seepage that would add to the immigrant and emigrant crises, the Minister of Home and other Adjacent Lands instruct all mas masquerading winers to deposit all their five cents at the nearest police station!
‘And bring all all-yuh Valentine-Carnival vibe-powered rose rosaries too!’ he declared.
‘Any persons found with one or five cents or Valentine roses will be fined.’
All this too much for the already seething masqueraders.
‘But look at meh crosses! What going-on in this place?’
‘What left of we dollar wine? Ten cent and dollar only!
‘And that is only monopoly money, not US$$! Steups!!’
And you know it didn’t stop there!
High Treason on the Treasury of Rosey Rosaries
Aare baap-re!
Just like that, you know all the barrels of rosaries, the five cents and all the evidence deposited at police stations across the nation gone missing?
With the police ‘occurrence books’, and the indictment files and folders too!
Simultaneously!
And in a State of Emergency, to boot!
In this digital age! Hard drives wipe clean-clean!

Refuge in Clouds
Demokrissy take refuge in she perch in the clouds beyond the rotating radar, penning she performance lines, beforethe archives disappear, as the last remaining body of proof for the body politics.
Se consulting the digitized laws the Minster of Historical Laws and Lore put on the cloud. She gets a clear view of all the interconnected gridlines.
How the rules might have changed.
But the Rules-Based Order still in place!
A fishing line catch she up dey beyond the radar and bring she back into the core of the chaos.
What she see in the teeming underside remains only partially recorded.
Decent into the Institutional Chaotic Core
The Performance Policy Oil Spill all over the highways and byways.
Just so just so, the Ministry of Frontal Traffic Movements, step-into the rhythms. Shouting let loose the hounds of havoc, he let out a long list of offences and aligned fines that still reeling off the vibrating printers.
Higher fines for speedy vibrations.
Higher fines for dangerous forward and backward driving.
Higher Fines for refusal to obey start-stop vibrating signals.
Higher fines for not keeping yuh car inspection valid.
Demokrissy quick quick rush to update she car inspection before it expire like the once-Empire.
Is then they realise the whole system sleeping for the last decade.
They computerize eh, but the computer programmed to duplicate all human errors.
Because we doh want change, we want exchange.

Tech Encore Not Change Exchange
‘You goin have to go to the Ministry of Trans-portation.
She standing in line waiting she turn.
‘Sorry Mam. Is not we, is the computer.
‘It copy the error the clerk make. He mistake the crooked handwriting.
So it copy just as she write it, ‘z’ as a ‘2’, ‘4’ for a ‘7’, engine number and chassis number mix-up too.
‘Is common mistake here. We tell the computer to make sure it copy everything just as we have it, even if we write it wrong.
‘We eh letting no computer order we around.
‘We liberated and we leading from the frontline.
‘You going have to wait a few weeks.
‘But first yuh have to go in that line, dey.
‘Let the inspector inspect yuh nah.
‘Welcome to the Rules Based Order,’ he say.

Chaos Manifested
Demokrissy not surprised.
Is the state of the State.
Is just like how the ID, Passport and Registrar Department tell them to make sure they compute copy exact exact all the errors on births and death certificates and company registry documents when they digitising.
Doh mind yuh have the same byline more than four janams yuh yuh making Clandestine Confessions of the Contemptuous Colonial Order shame and scandal in yuh family tree for all the illigitimate chirren the registry office say in it for not recognising any wedding roasting lawa by a fireside!
You is who? Bring proof Cooligan!
Identity Crisis You is Who?
Is a good thing Demokrissy keep good company in Fifth Company and have access to the spirits, eh.
She call up Ma Corn Hox to find and resurrect she dead for decades Cooligan Stickfighting Badjohn Pa because they asking she to bring the same person who swear the first affidavit and pay to correct bad spelling, bad handwriting of people who cyar understand and spell name of people who from behind the lighthouse. Just like in the company registry, The new records must have the exact errors of the old one! Even if it sign by people who now done dead!
Testifying Ghosts
So she an Ma Corn Hox ressurect she Cooligan Stickfighting Badjohn Pa. He come from where he is still ash smeared too, vex that they bring him from he Paradaisal Zone of Peace and want to buss they head with bois.
She calm him down with a cup of cocoa tea.
Then she find a eat-a-food lawyer and pay again.
And the ghost swear again that she is she so they would know who is who..

Ressurecting Distorted Colonial DNA
Is like the way the colonial Slave and Indenture ship registrars bad-spell all the name and place and district of origin and estate destination of people they bring from Africa as Slaves, and from India as indentures.
Accelerate digitisation, accelerate error, she reading the metrics in the matrix.
So if you trying to trace yuh roots, and prove that you is who you say you is, crapeau smoke yuh pipe. The universal Chicken and egg Hiranyagharba.
That the whole world spring from one cosmic seed. That should be enough to satisfy the denizens of the Overseas Citizens Card so she could join the Exodus and transport to a different planet.
Instead of having to stand in this still line in the colonial neo colonial system, still, in place.
In the Front Line
She reach the front of the line.
The Lieutenant smiling smiling, knowingly.
She so happy she meet a sweet smiling officer looking so nice in he starched white lieutenant sargeant uniform.
He not like the usual kind who just like to bark and buff like a pot hound Rott like the clerk before.
‘That is why all dem people line up and you can’t get parking inside or outside. To correct error we carbon copy from the paper to the computer.
‘That is how we do it here, just as in every government office.
‘If something spell wrong, we make sure the computer know that it doing human wok and it have to behave like human so it digitizing the same digits so we keep the erroneous records up to date.
Demokrissy nod, recognizing the rhythmic Algorithmic absurdity. She want to buss out laughing but she holding it in and the tears start to flow instead.
The lieutenant sergeant still smiling, saying,
‘Go, get yuh car.
Take the paper for them to inspect the error. That’s why they call them traffic inspectors.
Join that line dey.’
He send she to a next smiling traffic lieutenant sargeant in nice uniform too.
‘Welcome, to the Rules Based Order,’ he too say, still smiling smiling too.
He inspect the error on the paper they write about she records as he getting paid to do. The man wokking for he salary.
‘Yuh cyar come here just so. This is a drive through service.
‘You have to be sitting in yuh vehicle and drive through to show we this paper,’ he say.
He point to a Congo line, more meandering and more crooked.
‘Doh worry, they extend the wait time. You could come outside and stand in line from three months before.

Fully Digitised
‘We fully digitized.’ He chest puff out with all excessive pridefulness the Petro-curse bring to officialdom massadom.
‘We get a new AI programme.
‘It tell we if we tell people to come from three-months before they due date, it would reduce the backlog and waiting time.’
He watching the long line and laughing.
‘Nobody programme the Genius AI programme to know that we doh do thing like whey it come from.
‘Here, we make sure we convert it to the way we do things, before it start to tell we bout efficiency and time and cost savings and how the culture it bring from whatever mother continent it come from could work better than this alien colonial model we continuing to use.
‘To besides. This is the old paper. We have to transfer the error on the new watermark paper we get.
‘Go join that line.’
He smiling too.
‘Is the Rules-Based Order.’

AI Compu Genius Enter the Rules-Based Disorder
Demokrissy take the paper right out he fingers and continue on the path he point out to set the wrong records wrong again in the new watermarked paper they have.
She move from the standing up line to the drive in line.
Is traffic jam, bumper to bumper, from outside the highway to inside the Traffic Transport Outside.
Big truck, small truck, van, car, mini bus, blowing exhaust and snaking through seven seas all the way past the Congo through Togo to reach Timbuktu. She cringing for the climate and she plan to offset she carbon footprint.
She paying the price of the stamp of original Key Economic Performance Indices of the liberal Khaotic Political Economic Indicators pioneered in the empire by Adam Smith when they appropriate paradise.
The needle on she Krazy Political Economy Interface climbing high high to the point that mark, ‘the unease of doing business’ in the Rules Based Order
In the Crooked Transport Congo Line
Demokrissy crawling through the line up, bumper to bumper jam up to correct an error them they now realise them make on she records when she line up the same way two decades ago.
Still in the line, three months later.
She cyar get out.
She cyar turn round she vehicle because the line jam up bumper to bumper.
No food.
No water.
No escape.
They find the sketel skeleton when she vehicle get shoved to Lead at the front of the line, three janams later.
No body.
She parts splatter around the car.
She skeletal hanging over into the back seat as if she reaching for backstage, where stars are reborn.
The rose-rosary still rotating round she finger. Counting. Measuring. Calibrating.
Still.
Running on the vibrational bumper to bumper rhythms of the Rules-Based Order!
The post mortem came back inconclusive.
To this day nobody know if it was suicide in being pulled into the performance rings of power of the high towers.
If it was spontaneous combustion when she carbon footprints neutralise the neo petro-economic tabanca.
Whether it was because she finally succumb from ravishment by the merciless entrenched brutality in State systems in the Self Censored Land that Petro Cursed governed of the Rules Based Order
Whether she was just another victim of the trilogy on the Sati Saartije Santimanitay Encore Chorus.
Or if she dissolve, dheeray dheeray slow slow, quiet quiet, into the same brew she set out to measure, seeping into the metrics, recalibrating a counter rotational churn.
PostScript
Up at the High Towers the lines connect from the Knowledge Production Industry to the Kinetic Performance Indices of AI, glad AuthenTHINK dead so they busy writing fake proposals to conduct the post post
administrative inquiry report, raising they hand inna the air to be in the promised commission of enquiry, calling for internal audits, peer review, and policy assessments that counting everything, but could explain nothing to nobody because nobody know, nor care, much ’bout the narrative genre she was creating, nor the codes to decipher the metrics she had devised for exactly such uncertainties.
She dead. And she death is itself a data ambiguity and with that ambiguity, the rotating rose rosary beads wrap round she finger still critiquing the static system.
The coroner charged with she disposal since everybody ’fraid to claim affinity to she jamettry felt it fitting to dump it in the Pitch Lake, back from whence it had surfaced, then head back to the nextside ah the lighthouse, turning up the music in he SUV:
Pong De Dhamadhol,
Pong de Damadhol
I doh care if dey call we insane!
We go do it all over again
Is ah
Encore!
Next in This Epic Saga Rolling Away The Sati-Saartjie-Sopari tombstone
See earlier: Jamettry Encore Gender Violence Disorder in the Rules Based Order :https://krisrampersad.com/jamettry-encore-gender-violence-disorder-in-the-rules-based-order-ii/
Total Disorder in The Rules Based Order
https://krisrampersad.com/total-disorder-in-the-rules-based-order/

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