BEGIN, Being, begin.....

The first fire from the feed assures me that pesky midwest teens are being dutifully dispatched by brownshirts on loan from whoever we let borrow our bill of rights. What in the fuck does it mean when I can sit comfortably in air conditioned and whiskey soaked malificent opulence while similars, clones in the eyes of Watchers, are taunted in wall-to-walled living rooms across that great Valley? It means that even us, the privledged and lucky sperm club of this Great Nation, are seeing the Void press closer every day.

The Void? The Void is the place where we are fucked for the sake of it by huge White Men with large teeth, all the while being fed waste and nonsense, on paper and in cans, and we love it. We love it because everything else is too fucking sad to focus on. Our personal information feeds will be tuned out of what hurts and in on youth pills, genitals and credit. None of us can escape the Void, and therein lies its power. We will be either swallowed or destroyed as it rolls over poetry, grass and love. The Void knows nothing but it's own progression. The Void seeks nothing but the path of least resistance, over us all.

But the Void is not inevitable, despite the noise it makes.




We have The Bridge.....