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Rebellion; let’s give the kiddies something to die for. That the drug is pervasive and all encompassing; that it is taking in all of popular music’s fake black leather death masks. These are tributes to the many that died and still they continue to wear the self-imposed blinders. Solutions buried under years of neglect. Pop culture, a wasteland of discarded ipods stuffed with ironic saviors, ear candy distractions, and superstar symbols of synthetic status. Those recently purchased Bluetooth implant solutions to all the ills and perceived shortcomings of society.
Looking out and actually seeing the all-encompassing disaster. You can visualize how it all came to be. Starvation if food cannot be obtained with the minimum of effort. No energy shall be expelled for anything other than what can be obtained for free. No desires; for anything or anything that would require action or immediate personal payment. Fucked up; full of disease and handouts. It is no wonder that this society is broken and decayed.
A concrete embankment surrounds the viaduct city and is fenced to protect someone or something. I don’t really know or even really care. The only thing that I do know is, that fence for better or worse is the New Berlin Wall.
Today it is raining again but, it’s always raining here; the Gods are trying to wash all of the debris and all of them away, they are often heard to say. Yea well it is not working, all of that gnomish rubbish lingers. The dead dying and deaded. it is just like what old Neddy say. Those new rebellion insurgents are holding purge parties just as the ancient ones used to hold. Dead dying … death, for all that has changed so much remains the same. Us against them or is it more of a are you against us?
Bite biting bitten on the ass far too often. Choose your friends with more care than you choose your enemies. Bite you on the ass once again … vicious … like Saint Sid … patron Saint of the hopeless self-destructive. Flashback… propaganda as the academies best film … World Trade Center bombing started all of this…didn’t come down. Idea … Passenger jets as missile and payload. Bring them down, crashing down, thundering ground. Now what to do big apple bitten off more than you can chew. Old pin-up pictures dust and debris. Gloating extremist grins through the grime of unwashed faces smiling Cheshire grins of the old Washington town all down downtown.