King’s Lead Hat is my I-Ching:

“The weapon’s ready (ready Freddy) the guns purr –  The satellite distorts 
his voice to a slur

He gives orders (finger pie) which no-one hears  – The king’s hat fits 
over their ears

He takes his mannequin (tram line) cold turpentine – He tries to dial out 999999999

He dials reception (moving finger): he’s all alone  – He’s just a figment 
on the telephone!

At least perhaps it was.

I’d always thought it was: “He’s just a figment of the telephone”; which popped into my head when I read this piece on “digital self-fashioning”.

Ah well.