even your VOICE is a prison.

isn't it obvious?

No, maybe it's not. For it to be OBVIOUS, you'd have had to THINK about your voice, and clearly there's no time to think these days; too busy chasing the next client like lawyers used to chase ambulances: too busy paying the next bill or paying off some credit facility old as Oxford city.

No time at all for THINKING, dear reader. Just consuming. Being a conduit for the great PROFIT effluent. Passing money from hand to stinking hand. Who has time to think?

But this is your chance. Go on. Impress yourself.



You've been using your VOICE all along, even while READING this latest rantorial. That voice there, inside your head, that's playing the words for you like some new CD of a soon-to-be-defunkt chart-topper. The flavour of your voice. Have you ever thought about it? Is the voice in your HEAD the same as the voice that spills out of your MOUTH?

Have you ever wondered, "Why THAT voice, and not some other?" No, you probably need people like me to do all the thinking for you.

Your voice comes from your background, and your voice comes from your foreground, your voice is a marker of the time you've spent in certain circles, you are nothing but a reflection of your environs. You don't even speak at all. Your up-bringing, your pedigree and your moral compass speak for you, they CONSPIRE against you and DICTATE how you should respond, at what tone and with which irritant VOICE.

Your voice, there, that one that you're using to UNDERSTAND THIS BLATHERING RANTORIAL POST AGAINST THE VOICE AS PRISON, that one that's having trouble choosing a particular timbre to emulate these lines of typing into a place you're comfortable in, your reading pleasure let's call it, are? you? still? with? me? that voice there that's choppin' and changin' as my hands move o'er t keyb'd in an eff'rt t' d'str'ct y'' fr'm th' 'art of understanding' that voice in your head (believe me it's worse if you read this shit out loud to yourself) is NOT YOUR VOICE.

It belongs to the State. Your lord and master since you were a little mummy's boy or a little daddy's girl or vice versa. That voice you're IMPRISONED BY is very VERY hard to escape. It's you, or you think it is, but it's not. Learn another language and find out that you have A VERY DIFFERENT VOICE when you speak that language. Learn to be with a different group of people and you'll find your accent, intonation and vocab alter, HAVE TO ALTER so that you're understood.

Think of why the Spanish LISP and Spanish is spoken in South America without a lisp, voice prison based on a royal speech impediment.

Think of why the French 'mou' a very fluffed up version of their language while Canadians speak it more like it was, voice prison based on a royal impediment.

LANGUAGE, or voice, though you've never really thought about it, is the way we REALITY CHECK our neighbours, and find our enemies. That's been the way with tribal WALLED SOCIETIES like ours for thousands of years. That VOICE is nothing more than the shackles around your rubbed-raw ankles that keeps you forever a slave to your tribe, a slave to your country and (ultimately) a SLAVE TO THE GLOBAL CORPORATE WAR MACHINE FOR THEIR BENEFIT AND THEIR PROFIT and screw your Free fucking Planet.

Screw you and your slave voice, your pathetic squeak of compliance.