Afraid of a little anarchy, are we dear?
Then howcome you feel so at home in this such civilized, warm, welcoming, sane, orderly, civil, rational looney bin with its child murderers, prison guard walk-outs, multi-vehicle accidents, politicians who will close down a few neighborhood parks, swimming pools, and train stations to save enough money to give themselves a pay hike, drug importing police commandantes, bored heiresses with rotwieler lovers, glitzeratie with 100% surgically rejuvinated faces, wall street brokerages running on minute to minute swindles and open cocaine pipelines, a homeless demographic more numerous than the local constabulary getting housed in condemed prisons, rapist school principals, prison convict movie stars, back pages of every publication in circulation comprised of endless lists of ads documenting the glut of heterosexual loneliness, cadres of 15 year-olds who will level a snubnose 38 packed with dumb-dumbs at your midsection while politely asking for your cash, mumbo jumbo goons hollering in their city council cells of routine abuse, banal trauma and the irrelevance of actually living, ( not to mention entire block long swaths of sidewalk obscured by four hundred pounds of dogshit ) -? Why then if so timid about anarchy does one stay here ensconced in the heart-chilling boredom of a sex industry career while trying to feel so insulated from the international show of nationalistically sponsored anarchy produced in foreign locales? Don't look now, the anarchy is in your own heart, no need to enlist or run away to state sponsored hooliganism, your blood cells are throwing bombs of compliance right through your own brain. LIVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
sigh- anarchy is so inspiring. I just love it. But anarchy is not a place.
[This message was edited by seven on 12-10-03 at 03:12 PM.]
[This message was edited by seven on 12-10-03 at 03:19 PM.]