I think that sometimes we only exist to simply exist. And by that I mean, we are just waking up every day to die. We all need the soul, the money, the solid ground beneath our feet. We walk around in a stupor; waiting for the romance, waiting for those arms of the great octopus to wrap around us and take us down to the depths to be devoured by its bird like beak. We think we are entitled to it all. We think we are the ones who deserve it all. We think. That is the problem I guess.
Our society in America has become a police state. Soon it will be nothing but cops. Everyone will be watching everyone. There will be no safe place to hide. You won’t even be able to take a shit soon without some camera filming it. Graffiti in bathroom stalls and crude jokes will be no more. Glory holes will be out of the question. Forget about the equation . It’s over your fucking head.
Prohibition was nothing compared to what is to come. The great arms of the octopus we call our government are devising new ways to control us as I type this out. And if that one fails, there will always be another and another and another. War games are nothing. Baby shit. We are at war all the time, whether you believe it or not. We are all one step away from Marshall law.
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And it’s not even the radiation or the bombs or the bullets that will kill us. It will be the silent killers. Air. Water. The things we depend on. The things we need to survive. We think we need cell phones and computers to survive. I laugh at this. It is absolutely going to go back to the way it was, the old days, horses and plows. Men heating steel and beating it to shit on home made anvils. Hunters and gatherers we will be again. The Clovis. Pure nomads. Predicting the weather by day, sunsets and rain clouds. Our society will be defeated and broken. Because we are stupid. We need counter attacks to counter attack the initial attack. Finger prints in ash will be the only thing left of us. The few who actually do survive will live in exile. They will forget the American flag. The new Clovis will adorn themselves with deer skin and spears fashioned from wolverine claws. Acid rain will fall. There will be no hope.
