" Things were different In other earriyer Timezone
when the elements of chance had stronger apeal and
people were open to them. Life was unpredictable and
the loops of history not yet formed. Since that Time
mythological each and every life has taken the easylst
route, by a proccess of elimination extracted the random
elementals and taken only the paths that offer the least
resistance, the stralghtest paths unless forced off the
rails as they say. Twists of fate have all but been ellm-

-inated and now there is no chaos to challege the in sipped

order of every day mundain reality.

You o my burnt match stick are the one pure life left;the

only knife with which to cut the loops ; repititions we

have all arrived upon.

Let me tell you a secret 0 my match stick burning,

come closer and 1 will tell; there are less " poeple"

in the world than the number of bodies; most of these

so called people are in fact unreal , simply the accident_

-al convergance of several loops of individual's lives
converging. Even more are just the endless loops of hist-

-ory that is repeating constantly;. History repeats and
so does people. If an accident changes the course of
a persons life loop then instead of the circle changing
course a new circle comes into exsistance and the orlgi^

-onal Time loop plus the new one exsist side by side.
so that at any one time there is in fact more than one of
each "person" wandering around; how else could they be
so simular ? everyone Identical to the next; there. Is no
other solution. 0 my match."

Lord Arson strikes another match, the air is filled with
heavy yellow fumes, a spiral of smoke flickers as the
match flame gets used to its new surroundings; .
Here in mundain reality where LQrd ARson can be sure
to be left alone with his matches and meditations;

" Repllckars running around: mad spiral off shoots;

we must strive to Ignite chemical fires of change.reduce
remove renagade remnents of reality, pune those christo
mutation clone s;;;purlfy with fire. "

. .Video image of whole office blocks gutted throu-

-gh fire, black charred twisted magots of buildings
churches lay bare stone crummbles. Christo Police
stations deserted ashes and the streets peacefull
and quiet. Timezone east-london freed from chrlsto-

-hysteria, developement plans left to rot. Scene of
a group of dejected Roman christos oppressors stand-

-ing on a street corner, not knowing what to do, now
powerless and boreddly kicking a 'real leather filo-

-fax' against a wall; no money for radio phone batter-

-les.

A knock at the door above Lord Arsons cellar, the first

since his residency.

" Who can that be 0 stick of fire ? "

sounds of the door being opened and then foot steps

accross the hallway

" Ah tis nobody but I my self; lord Arson the work is

done; ' the great work' as they say. And now I must

leave this tlmezone,nay leave Time altogether."

Lord Arson discards the burring match into a pile of

papers near the long curtains.

" Tis but as you; a replicar of myself, another aspect

of Arson"

Looking thoughtfully at the burnt match while above
j s heard the sound effect of a highly magnified match
being struck, followed by quick footsteps, steadily
increasing sound of hissing comes from above.
" It is I here to put flame to cloth, those long curtains
and piles of paper under them. I know for it has happ-
ened before, and will again for Time is a loop"
footsteps run down the hall and leave through the
front door.
"I In another aspect here to set me fcack into a mill-

-ion burnt match sticks, ah ! what a collection I had
.. .the results of my actions have created my down-

-fall.... "

the match in Lord Arson's fingers here flares up;

" But to believe that would admit to the exsistance of
an external force capable of judging good from evil;