psycho babble comes through the wire, someone in a feedback loop, gotta shake the heat and score me some zoom. at least then i can chase down tomorrow today, flip some wires, twist some synapses. 
'hey brother what's doing,'a voice calls from a crowd.
'i'm just travelling my journey man, what about you?'
'in a crowd.'
we wave bye and say some things, i pass through a fish tank window, how do i do that, portal manifestation. what did that strange lady say, vortex.
fuck it! i resign myself to fate, some people are good with numbers and have musical talents, me i'm just a vortex manipulator. 
a voice in my head whispers the question, 'or are you manipulated by the vortex?'
'it don't matter either way, i will get to where i have to be.'
i make some cosmic adjustments to the matrix, weave in some forgiveness, let it pass into yesterday already.
the zoom ladies hide out in sub lofts, and elevated basements, they lounge around in lingerie smoking thin perfectly rolled spilffs, some are sleeping others in some sensual dream state. the scent of fresh clove and lime lingers in a faint haze, grapes lay on platters.
'i need a hit of zoom,' can't keep up with the flow, need a short cut.'
a woman open her eyes, she looks at me assessing me with a slow soft scan, from my strange boots up to the crown of my aura. 
she rises slowly and slips into some boots.
'we will require some blood or semen for exchange.'
these witches are bitches, heavily into some kind of domination supremacy shit.'
i nod my head, yeah i know the score, its capitalism.

later the zoom cruises through my body, i'm hitting tomorrow afternoon, paving the pathway for myself. yeah reading e mails, that have not been sent yet, checking out the environment, prepared for rainstorms and a slow drive into work, some obstacles i can manage now. the zoom is clean, clear sighted, it organises time management, like cloning yourself. there are side effects, side effects are just part of the territory of life, in zooms case you don't have the same paradoxes you have in travelling back in time because with zoom you don't physically travel there' you experience it as a ghost, disembodied. you can avoid issues and problems because you see them coming, but you can't really change anything while your under the influence. 
the biggest side effect is freeze.
if you perhaps hear a song or repeating hypnotic pattern in a zoom experience, under certain conditions when you meet it again under normal time you can freeze, the song has imprinted itself over riding any activity you plan.
freeze was the enemy of zoom. 
it happened randomly so i took my chances.
some zoom users called the phenomena mr. freeze. if you met mr. freeze, he would fuck you up.
i'm scanning some papers, processing some information when i notice the spiral pattern, like that sixties spiral on tv shows, that seems to draw you in at the same time it takes you out.
my eyes followed the spiral, my attention fell away completely and i noticed a shadow flick across the way.
i shook myself from the effects of the spiral and when i looked again it had vanished. where was it, how had it appeared, maybe some one was attempting to implant some kind of subliminal message.

the zoom wore off faster that i would have liked, and i prepared to meet my day, factoring in i would have to think fast when i saw the spiral again.
nothing much else happened, until i hit the timeline again, this time in corporeal form, in real time.
the rain fell, the drive was insane, slow and frustrating. i drank a coffee and hit my desk, read and answered e mails in a way i had planned, knowing what to ignore, what to expect and how to respond, i   strategically dealt with issues as they came up getting through a workload that should have taken hours in a few seconds.
then i saw the spiral, it was reflected in my computer screen. i began to be drawn in but quickly chanted a mantra, 'i bow and call upon primal wisdom, i call upon the wisdom of the age, i bow and call to true wisdom outside all things, i bow and call to the wisdom within.'
the spiral seemed to spit me out, and i fell back over my seat onto the floor, and there out of the corner of my eye i could see him, a small white creature, almost human in shape but obviously not, for he was tiny, covered in purple shades of patterns and ever changing fractals, light symbology surrounded his whole body and the air around him, it. i looked closely at it, inspecting it with my vision, it was part machine yet organic, part human part elf, a machine elf.