Tuesday, June 2, 2009

One day I'm going to drop a fucking bomb on this city.

And spread into the air a hundred gallons of chemical contraceptive, vaporised and migrating with the wind currents, diffusing into every corner of this filthy scrapheap so no matter how many times you animals fuck each other, turn on each other and bite out each other's spines -

You will all die cold and unfulfilled. Alone and sweating in the dark. Unable to speak more then a whimper, eyes screwed shut against the fluorescent sun, concrete dust and foundation under your fingernails, lips cracked and ears leaking a clear, straw-coloured fluid...

The blistersweet truth of endless reality tearing into your veins and nerves. I want you to live forever in shadow and shame for what you all do to each other in the name of humanity.

4 comments:

Nooor said...

I like this.

Headless Insanity said...

Nodded.

The Only Left.

We need to regroup;
said...

steampunk

Pocket Mouse said...

Hmm... That kind of death is most people anyway, except they're wearing a pad (read: nappy) to keep their own shit rubbing against their skin.