Sunday, September 25, 2011

I'm scared- are you?

Time is ticking away with a menacing beat. The clatter of ignorance. Shrugs from the wealthy. Always one second closer to an ending. What that closure will be is the question that kills me. I want to know that this...Earth...will survive. That I'm not a witness to the utterly preventable apocalypse. Why can't we be the surveyors of change? Oh, that's right. The American people have become just that: Monitors.

Mirrors of the very things that keep us docile and at ease. Unfiltered fear and white lies that help us digest our processed breakfasts with hearty smiles. Look up over the bar that will soon open- do you see it? Yes. It's the end of the world. There's blood covered faces. Weeping authorities, fires that blaze where flames were once unthinkable. Nuns drowning themselves with Crucifix in tow. Christ's body slowly diverging from the earthy plain and suffocating in the yellow pollution-coated foam of the Pacific. Elephants running through the metropolitan streets...it's the weirdest thing you've ever tried to witness: but it's real...I guarantee it's fucking real.

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