Friday, May 14, 2010

Durable Plastic Flags

With the utmost certainty, propensity and vulgarity our world is decaying around us as we speak. There is no proof and none is needed; for as the preacher commands the word of god from twisted tome whose words lay silent and undefended as they are warped with word, thought and deed, I speak The Truth. Those whom are saved, worthy, willing, enlightened, openminded, undermined, simpleminded, in a complex manner, meter and mantra know this to be so. To those who dissent I ask of thee: Why do mountains flee from the sea and turn to sand upon the beach!

We have pillaged the pauper..s hat, raped our mother..s womb, and sat with satyr and sucker within a dollar theater and then fucked quietly within the room. We have eaten the apple, shit out the seeds, made a fool of man, and become Kings of Thebes. We wither wantonly and cannibalize these corpses to quell the hunger of sins which bring salvation to thin red lines in thin green times; and we are fat.

A man born to man of privilege is blessed twice, once for his birth, and second his entire life. While man born to means more meager is cursed thrice, his birth, his life and once again for his frail and heavy eyes.

FREEDOM! is what you must die for if you would be free, other options consist of death and slavery. Old glory hangs in tatters on a freight trucks mud flaps, coffee cups, shirts, skirts, condoms and a patch right beside one which points out quite coincidentally, ..Fuck Iraq... Freedom isn't free, it costs seven cents an hour and sews shirts and skirts in Beijing.

We pray to the red herring in his holy church of industry, engineering and The American Dream. Progress will save us as it damns us, and we will stand proud before The Savior on that last day with more durable plastic and disposable plates!

We have little to weep for, as we have done nothing great; only survived for a moment and belligerently engineered a disastrous fate. The sea will rise and hush the land, as the stars are brushed aside by the smoke of the wealthy hands. We will fade away to a man, leaving behind only durable plastic flags.

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